47 minutes ago——
Zhao Yingjun's home, bathroom, in front of the washbasin mirror.
Tick... Tick...
Lin Yuxi covered her nose, looking at the muddy bloodstains on the ground.
She blinked her eyes.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar self in the mirror.
Familiar, with a familiar appearance.
Unfamiliar, with unfamiliar memories.
Now she possessed the memories of both Yan Qiaoqiao and Lin Yuxi.
Both sets of memories belonged to her, had been part of her life, but they contradicted each other, running in completely opposite directions, making her feel very conflicted.
Because...
[These two sets of memories just don't connect!]
She closed her eyes.
Once again she sorted through the newly crammed memories in her mind—
It was a militarized training base, a neat formation, all standing were teenage girls.
