The air conditioner in the private room was set somewhere in the teens, but sweat kept pouring off me.
It wasn't from eating hot pot. It was from anxiety.
After all that, I hadn't even figured out who I was.
And now I was even less sure.
I was both Chen Mo and Li Fuguang.
In other words, I was both my own enemy and my own victim.
My two sets of parents were also each other's enemies and victims.
So who exactly was I supposed to live as from now on, Chen Mo or Li Fuguang?
How was I supposed to face my two sets of parents?
"Th-this..."
Even Song Xiaotian was dumbfounded. "How do you even define this? It's like an upgraded version of a split personality..."
Zhao Laoqi picked up his glass of baijiu, took a sip, and sighed. "I don't know either. That's just how it is. And Du Yuwei has already recognized Li Fuguang, which means Li Fuguang's soul really is inside Chen Mo."
There was no need to confirm it anymore. I had all of Li Fuguang's memories from before he was eleven, including every memory of living with my... Li Fuguang's parents, and even his feelings for them.
"Wait!"
My eyes widened as I looked at Zhao Laoqi, and they instantly reddened. "My dad's dead..."
Meng Yifan froze. "Wasn't your dad already buried...?"
Song Xiaotian said, "He means Li Fuguang's dad..."
I remembered!
When we'd gone to the cemetery to dig up Du Yuwei's child's ashes, the urn had turned out to contain another middle-aged man's ashes.
I'd taken that man to Du Yuwei's hiding place. He'd run out of there, and I'd chased him into the street before he disappeared.
I'd felt a sense of familiarity with that man at the time,