Just as Qiao Ranran had suspected his origins from the start and called it "Body Snatching," the "Qiao Ranran" who had once appeared before him must have had her body snatched too. After spending so long with Qiao Ranran, Pei Ling had grown better at letting his imagination run wild. A thought struck him: if she had spotted something wrong with him at once and pieced together most of the truth, did that mean she had gone through something much like he had?
Besides, although neither of them had said it outright, Qiao Ranran had clearly come to understand that his case was not simply Body Snatching, but Rebirth. He was Pei Ling—the Pei Ling of the present and the Pei Ling of the future.
Then who was the Qiao Ranran before him, and who was the Qiao Ranran from his memories?
If Qiao Ranran's body had been snatched in her previous life, her Divine Soul would surely have been devoured by the person who took it. How, then, could she have been "reborn" before his eyes? Judging by the way Qiao Ranran usually behaved, Rebirth seemed the more reasonable explanation.
There was only one explanation: Qiao Ranran had already died before someone snatched her body.
So who had killed Qiao Ranran?
Pei Ling's gaze sharpened. He thought he probably knew. Qiao Ranran had once told him why she was so cold toward Wen Ziheng: by a stroke of chance, she had seen the "future," and at some point in that future, Wen Ziheng would kill her.
She probably had not "seen" that future. She had lived through it.
That was interesting. What Pei Ling wanted to know even more was what sort of relationship Qiao Ranran and Wen Ziheng had had in her previous life. How had Wen Ziheng