Jiang Yu: "Whatever relationship you have with her, that's the same relationship I have with her."
Jiang Beiyu: "?"
So, he really is just a pitiful stand-in?
Jiang Beiyu was a bit confused; he needed to seriously consider whether he should just bow out and let this lingering love story between a human and a ghost run its course.
Jiang Yu seemed to pause for a moment, glanced at another version of himself across the room, "Haven't you realized it yet?"
Jiang Beiyu: "What do you mean?"
Jiang Yu said softly, "I am you."
Every year, Jiang Beiyu hears some cold jokes, but this year's was particularly outrageous.
"If you are me, then who am I?" If the setting weren't so wrong, Jiang Beiyu would really like to have a philosophical debate with the other.
"Why don't you ask it?" The silver-haired man didn't explain further, just waved his hand, releasing a little creature.
