Chu Qingjiu had acted so decisively, of course, because Qi Wu was his Empathic Puppet, allowing him to quickly determine which one was his Qi Wu.
An Empathic Puppet could share feelings, but he was still a puppet. How could a master fail to recognize his own puppet?
No matter how convincingly the impostor acted, he was not Chu Qingjiu's puppet. He had no bond with Chu Qingjiu's blood, much less any way to fool him.
Still, seeing the seemingly stunned look on Qi Wu's face, Chu Qingjiu instinctively explained, "I knew that wasn't you. I would never mistake someone else for you."
As for Qi Wu being his Empathic Puppet, Chu Qingjiu had no intention of telling him. Who knew what Qi Wu might do if he learned the truth?
At Chu Qingjiu's explanation, a dark gleam flashed through Qi Wu's amber eyes, as though he had realized something. But the change vanished so quickly that Chu Qingjiu never noticed it.
Qi Wu showed no intention of probing further, merely nodding obediently. Chu Qingjiu breathed a sigh of relief, yet felt an inexplicable sense of loss.
Love really was a strange feeling.
Chu Qingjiu wondered in bewilderment. He clearly liked Qi Wu so much, yet he had made that choice because he selfishly wanted Qi Wu to remember him forever.
Strange. It was so very strange.
"What are you thinking about, gege?"
Watching Chu Qingjiu's unfocused, wandering gaze, Qi Wu suddenly reached out to cup his face, bending down slightly to meet his eyes.
The moment Chu Qingjiu saw those sparkling amber eyes, his dejection melted away.
He shook his head slightly, looking so innocent that Qi Wu's heart softened completely.
The irritation and anger that had been lingering in Qi Wu's heart seemed to have been carried away