He is a living, breathing person, a real person.
But no one can imagine that his ancestor would be a clone.
"Does Rong Shaoze know about this?" Lin Xinlan asked.
Wushuang shook his head: "He asked me many questions, and I said I didn't know. I think some things are better left unknown to him."
"He probably wouldn't mind..."
"But I don't want him to know either. After all, it's a taboo of the Xuanyuan Family, and the fewer people who know, the better."
"Then why did you tell me?" Lin Xinlan felt very puzzled.
Wushuang laughed: "I don't know how long I can live, so I thought of passing the secret onto someone else. When I die, at least the truth won't be lost forever."
Lin Xinlan nodded knowingly: "If necessary, I'll help you pass on the truth."
"Thank you." Wushuang held her hand, smiling sincerely.
An hour passed quickly.
Rong Shaoze was covered in sweat. He had just finished running and immediately went to the pharmacy to soak in herbal medicine.
