He had been asleep for too long.
Being imprisoned in such a space in the consciousness and losing his own consciousness was no different from death. Now, he was awakened by his second personality.
Youyou observed his face closely. "Don't you think it's unfair? Why should you be the first personality while I'm the second? You're the one who created me. Now, I'm the one who's not needed. Why?" The boy's handsome brow gradually darkened with anger. "It's not fair."
The boy in the white shirt smiled at that, but his tone was casual. "There's no such thing as absolute fairness in this world."
"In the past, I had always thought I was the real first personality. So I did whatever it took to replace you."
If the two personalities were marked in color, one would be white, the other one would be black.
