Meng Qing praised: “Your reasoning is very clear. The first half is correct. At that time, there were two Yu Yis in your time-space. But after she successfully assassinated Chen Shilang, he could no longer frame your father, and you wouldn’t become a mission executor. Following your original life trajectory, you would continue living in the marquis’s residence until you married and lived out your life, everything happening normally within your own time-space. So, that mission executor Yu Yi who assassinated Chen Shilang disappeared.”
“Young Master Meng, there was originally a message you left in the jade dragonfly. Was that other Yu Yi your wife?”
“Yes, I met you and fell in love while completing a mission together, and we got married afterwards.” Meng Qing projected photos onto the table, explaining: “Look, this is you during the mission at the Civil War Warlord, this is a handgun, you’re practicing shooting, completely focused, not even noticing I was taking your photo. And this one, us on a roller coaster at an amusement park, look how messy your hair is, haha. And this, another mission where I caught a huge grouper, you were right beside me. We got married on this island…”
Yu Yi blushed slightly and corrected: “It was her, not me.”
Meng Qing stared at her intently: “She is you, you are her.”
Yu Yi’s heart raced as he stared at her, but she insisted: “These events haven’t happened and won’t happen again. The people in these photos are not me.”
She could see that he and his wife had a truly good relationship. She recalled his words when they first met at the octagonal pavilion, his subtle attitude towards her in the Chancellor’s residence, and how he left the jade dragonfly but deleted his words to that other Yu Yi.
He loved that mission executor Yu Yi, not her. This, she could distinguish clearly. A faint sourness rose in her heart; she could never become that Yu Yi.
He often thinks lately, if a person loses part of their past memories, though only a part, but the most important part, is he still himself? If he is no longer himself, then who would he be?
He did not argue with her, just softly asked: “You want to go home, right?”
