Jiang Yuan had indeed been born on Lunar April 15.
That matched my memories of when she celebrated her birthday.
Before, I hadn't known she was a member of the organization. I'd thought she was a victim.
But looking at it now, it was too much of a coincidence for the person who actually wanted to exchange lives to share her exact birthday, so it wasn't hard to deduce that she was the one who wanted to exchange lives.
If she wasn't dying, why would she want to exchange lives?
"Assuming she was dying, she must have had a terminal illness, something incurable."
Seventh Master said, "But how could someone with a terminal illness manage to kill so many people? And during the time you spent with her, could you tell she was seriously ill?"
I shook my head. I hadn't noticed anything.
The night she took me up the mountain, she had more stamina than a young man like me.
Especially at the end, when she forced Li Fuguang out. None of the others could withstand Li Fuguang's killing intent, and they all died. She alone was unharmed, and she even escaped in the end.
She didn't seem like someone with a terminal illness.
Seventh Master said, "If she wasn't doing it because of a terminal illness, then she probably wanted to exchange lives so she could live in China under a new identity."
"A new identity?" I frowned. "Could she be trying to leave the organization and start a new life?"
Song Xiaotian gave two dry coughs and said, "You're giving her a little too much credit for turning over a new leaf. I asked my dad to help look into what she's been doing all these years. What I found might shock you..."
I nodded. "Go ahead."