Two Overwrites, Both for Him

The wind was so cold tonight.

It poured in through his collar, stabbing Lu Mi all over like thousands upon thousands of needles.

He had thought Yu Tu killed him for the same reason Yu Tu had given back then—

"Xiaojiu, I like you very much, but my liking for you is far less than my loyalty to His Majesty.

Whoever His Majesty wants me to kill, I will kill.

If he wants you dead, then you must die."

That was why Lu Xiaojiu had willingly become "Lu Mi," quietly gazing up at his commander from some corner of the Blue River System, watching him shine in glory.

But Lu Mi had never imagined that the one struggling on the brink of death that night had not been him.

It had been Yu Tu.

He was in so much pain.

Then what about Yu Tu back then?

Lu Mi lowered his eyes, his long lashes damp.

"His hair... did it turn white that night?"

"Probably... By the time I saw him again, he was already in a deep coma, and his hair was completely white."

Yan Mei said,

"Lu Mi, Yu Tu willingly had his memories overwritten twice... both times were for you."

Whether it was the Yu Tu who remembered Lu Xiaojiu,

or the Yu Tu who had forgotten Lu Xiaojiu,

both had been buried beneath wind and snow for his Little Black Panther.

The two fell silent at the same time.

In the dim light, Lu Mi's tears fell one drop after another.

For once, Yan Mei did not mock him.

Yan Mei said,

"Actually, I really never expected Yu Tu to be that kind of person...

I've seen him kill. One stroke of the blade, blood splashing across his face, and he wouldn't even blink.

No one