Hearing Supergirl's seemingly casual question, Russell's heart skipped a beat. It felt like he was facing a deadly question.
Russell was certain that the Supergirl before him knew she was a copy. He could tell from her comments about the clothes. First, her memories were still stuck at the point before she had been petrified.
Second, she also knew that these clothes had been bought by Russell for her original self.
They said women were ice sculptures before falling in love and Silly Birds afterward, but anyone who truly treated them like Silly Birds was the real Silly Bird.
Playing dumb and acting cute was just a surface-level phenomenon!
A woman who could binge dozens or even hundreds of episodes of palace intrigue and mother-in-law dramas without fast-forwarding, untangle the complicated relationships in urban romance dramas with more than a dozen characters, and belong to all sorts of group chats with her girlfriends—could she really be a sweet, innocent fool?
Give it a rest. They were just messing with you!
When women caught a cheating partner, their intelligence rivaled Sherlock Holmes. Send one emoji, and they would know you had someone else on the side.
As for discussing the connection and differences between a copy and the original with Supergirl, if that could be talked through, Russell would not have ended up fighting himself!
Russell felt awful, as if he had been caught two-timing, except he really had not. The boat had split itself in two.
He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "This isn't the time to talk about that. I was doing a mission in the Main God Space, and then..."
Bang!
Supergirl stomped down, leaving a deep footprint in the metal deck beneath the carpet.
"There's a cockroach!"
If there were cockroaches, I would have used