Ever since Meng Huafan first pressed the switch, "he" had become a derailed train, racing towards an endless abyss, and no one could stop it.
The other party even laughed carelessly.
"Chen Jiu, what exactly are you trying to prove? You don't want me to take over your body, you don't want to merge with me, so you intend to refuse, right?"
"No."
"Then it means accept. There are only these two paths before you; since you understand my situation well, you should be even clearer about your own predicament."
The voice of "Meng Huafan" gently persuaded:
"Don't be afraid, once you and I, you and 'we' become one, you'll find your past persistence laughable, and all those questions you had meaningless."
... I know.
"Of course I know," Chen Jiu said, "I will choose to accept, but not in your way."
