I remembered Du Yuwei telling me about someone.
He was an eleven-year-old boy. Back then, that boy had also been one of the seven people used for my Life Extension.
But for some unknown reason, Lü Zhengxian had not killed the boy right away. Instead, he had taken him home and locked him up for three days.
For those three days, Du Yuwei had stayed with that boy the whole time.
I remembered her saying those had been the happiest three days of her life after her parents died, while she was still alive.
Later, Lü Zhengxian had taken the boy away, and Du Yuwei had never seen him again.
That boy had been five or six years older than Du Yuwei. His name was Li Fuguang.
She had called him Brother Fuguang.
He had called her Younger Sister.
Just now, I had heard that name. I had heard Du Yuwei call me Brother Fuguang.
Li Fuguang. As that name surfaced in my mind again, my head suddenly filled with unfamiliar memories. They belonged to Li Fuguang.
In one of those memories, my mother had picked me up from school. We were on a secluded lane on our way home when a van stopped, and a man rushed out. That man was Lü Zhengxian.
He grabbed my mother by the hair and slammed her head against a tree, knocking her unconscious.
Then... then he carried me into the van. A woman was driving, and I knew her too. She was Li Xiumei.
The second memory: Lü Zhengxian had taken me home. I was terrified. He had beaten me viciously in the van, slapping me whenever I cried. Eventually, I had not dared to cry anymore.
There was a little girl in that house. Her name was Xiao Jing, and she