"Boss, Mr. Pennyworth is here."
The bodyguard interrupted Falcone's rambling.
"You must be tired of listening to an old man's nonsense. The person you wanted to see is here. I'll leave the room to you now."
Falcone closed the door behind him.
Qin Wei treated this as a formal meeting, yet his heartbeat gradually quickened, as though he were about to reunite with a long-lost relative. He straightened his back and adjusted the collar of his bloodstained shirt several times.
Knock, knock, knock!
A knock came from behind him.
"Come in!"
Qin Wei shifted awkwardly in his seat and laid his palms neatly on his thighs. He closed his eyes, telling himself this was all the work of that other set of memories inside him that did not belong to him.
I just want to find out who this body actually belonged to. I just want to know where those strange memories came from. That's all.
"I imagined countless times that he might appear before me like this."
Like an ice cube dropping into bubbling champagne, a ripple spread through Qin Wei's heart. His lips began to tremble, subtly resonating with the deep voice behind him.
"For decades, I pushed him to every corner of the world, searching for the faintest possibility."
He bit the corner of his lip. A warm hand rested on his shoulder.
"I know you aren't him, but I beg you to stand up. Stand up and let me look at you once more."
He opened his eyes.
The old man with graying temples had reddened eyes and a slightly weary smile.
The instant their eyes met, a strange, indescribable sensation welled up in his mind.
The autumn breeze sweeping over the Pampas Grassland, the first snowflake falling on the Roof of the World, a lonely