Those inherited memories are now like you have experienced them yourself...or... it is your own memory!

I thought I was a reborn person, and the appearance and name of this body were the same as myself. At first I just thought it was a coincidence, but how to explain the heartache just now, how could the inherited memories make people so profound, as if they were personally experienced.

How many coincidences are there?

There is only one possible chance.

You are the original body, and the original body is yourself.

It’s just that I awakened the memories of my previous life and dominated it.

And personality is shaped by memory.

The personality of the previous life directly covered the personality of the previous life, resulting in different personalities before and after, but now with the digestion of memory, the two have been integrated and unified.

The personality of the previous life, that is, I am now. Facing Qingjun's memory, my senses are completely different from that of this life, so I feel heartbroken.

So, I am me.

I am the one who blamed Qingjun.

A melodious sound of piano came outside the window.

Like a dream, like a illusion, endless like a wisp.

Not only did it not destroy the tranquility of the night, but it made the moonlight even more lonely.

Zhao Rong slowly came back to his senses, no longer had the intention to sleep, so he walked to the desk, laying paper and grinding ink.

Just as I lifted my pen, I forgot to say anything.

He turned to practice calligraphy and wrote four words, then frowned and stopped writing.

The mind is unstable and the writing is unstable.

Zhao Rong felt something.
Chapter completed!