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Chapter 835: Chapter 661: Love Her Well for Me (Part 3)

As long as they could be together, he would storm the lab alone, unafraid of life or death.

And to save him, she didn’t even care about her own safety.

If not for her, he would have died long ago.

In this lifetime, he would never again encounter such blazing, precious love, nor would he ever meet anyone better than her.

Clearly the ending had already been set, his madness cured, and the two of them should have been together—yet she left, pushed away by his own hands.

Xiao Jin’s chest hurt more and more, as if countless fine needles were pricking him densely, even breathing carried pain. His vision blurred again and again, covered by a damp haze.

If doing that could make her happy, make her blissful, he was willing to be this stand-in, willing to truly become a substitute.

What did it matter?

He only wanted her.

He didn’t ask for much—having her was enough.

With trembling, slender fingers, Jin took out that gift box from the bracelet Space and drew out the Memory Crystal Stone.

A beam of light shot into his sea of consciousness, and a searing pain exploded in his mind as countless fragments of memory flashed by one after another.

Last time, the impact had been too much; he’d only been able to see bits and pieces before he couldn’t go on. This time, he finally watched it all.

And, miraculously, perhaps because he had completely fused with the Crystal Core, this time in the memories he was no longer a bystander, but truly became ”that person.”

The memories stored in the Crystal Stone intertwined with the emotions hidden deep in the Crystal Core, surfacing before his eyes with such clarity. His breathing grew heavier, and his heart hurt even more.

He remembered.

He remembered the bits and pieces of how they came to know each other, love each other, and stay together—those sweet, beautiful times, those scenes of happiness still vivid, never faded.

He also saw that year in the rebel camp, when ”he” died on the battlefield, his body defiled and torn apart. And she, like someone gone mad, fought thousands alone, piecing together ”his” severed limbs bit by bit, clutching his corpse in the snow and sobbing, giving everything she could to bring him back.

In the end, she held him in her arms as if dying along with him. Their figures were gradually buried by the falling snow...

Jin clutched his chest; his body suddenly lost all strength, and he fell to his knees.

This pain felt as if his heart were about to be torn apart.

As if it was his, yet somehow not entirely his.

Or perhaps, all of it was his.

Tangtang...

His Tangtang...

Xiao Jin’s life had been full of upheavals and turbulence.

Shou Jin’s life had been even more tragic.

In his youth, he spent most of his time locked in a confinement room, living in terror in everyone’s eyes like some kind of monster; otherwise he was in the lab enduring inhuman torture; later, he was imprisoned in the Death Abyss. For years, his body and memories were mostly in a berserk, out-of-control state, his recollections chaotic, blurred, and fleeting.

He had lived for more than twenty years, yet the memories of truly ”being alive” were pitifully few, far less than Xiao Jin’s.

In Shou Jin’s memories, there were only those unbearable pasts of being feared, loathed, and cast out.

Yet Xiao Jin, a leopard born in the slums at the very bottom, had lived a far more brilliant life, even gaining such a fulfilling, blazing love, possessing memories of being warmed by love that Shou Jin had never had—as if they filled the emptiness of his more than twenty years, bringing his own life to life.

...

In this moment, Shou Jin finally understood what he truly felt toward that replication body: rather than hatred and jealousy, it was more a twisted envy.

He envied him far too much. A mere replication body, yet he possessed everything Shou Jin longed for, lived a life so dazzling and blazing, while he, the original, was lifeless, like a weed growing in a dark swamp, unable to sprout hope.

Perhaps, there was also a measure of gratitude.

Thank you, ”him.”

For living out his true self on his behalf.

Shou Jin no longer resisted these memories and that sliver of consciousness.

He held his chest as the splitting pain in his mind gradually faded. Beneath his flesh, his heartbeat slowly steadied; the two sets of memories blended together, becoming one.

For a moment he felt dazed, unable to tell who exactly he was now.

A light breeze blew past, like a soft sigh:

”Take care of her...”

”For me, love her well...”

The man closed his eyes, then opened them again, answering softly, ”I am you, and you are me.”

”I will love her, and keep on loving her.”

He would carry these two loves and love her even more fiercely.

The aura around the man completely calmed, his whole being exuding unfathomable power. He looked toward the empty wilderness before him—no Mutant Species dared draw near.

Yet in that calm gaze, a trace of panic suddenly flickered. He anxiously scanned the surroundings, murmuring under his breath, ”Tangtang, where are you?”

”Come out and see me, will you?”

He wanted to go find her, yet he had not a single clue.

She had even wiped his contact information clean.

She had erased every trace of herself, as if she had never appeared in this world, as if they had never met, never known each other.

He would find her.

He would definitely find her.

—Tangtang, wait for our reunion.