"Just like the owners of other memories confessed the existence of 'memory' to 'another me', did you also confess to Fa Zichen about the memory?"
"He knows your biggest secret, and probably many of your hidden plans as well... Ha, that's exactly what I planned to ask you."
An Jing exhaled and raised his fist, calmly saying: "Tell me all your plans, or else..."
At this point, he suddenly stopped talking.
And Xuan Mingyu smiled and said: "I won't tell."
This response seemed pre-prepared, as he answered right at the moment An Jing issued the threat, appearing relaxed and cheerful; it was more like a nonchalant attitude.
But An Jing also noticed something was off. He still clenched his fist, but his brows furrowed, staring at Xuan Mingyu, who wore a faint smile and showed not a trace of fear: "Huh?"
"No, you know my temper so well, how could you not know that I say what I mean—you're provoking me to kill you."
