"Hmm, you tell me, I won't tell anyone else."
Qingluo reached out, took Chen Feng's arm, and sat down with him on the steps.
Chen Feng took a deep breath and told Qingluo about the recent events.
As Qingluo listened, she was shocked and startled, just like Chen Feng, her face became serious.
"So, does that mean, the dream I had, could actually be real? Do I really have a mysterious father who is still alive?"
Qingluo stared at Chen Feng.
"Not your father, but your father. You and over a dozen others, the same person."
Chen Feng said seriously.
Though it sounds ridiculous, but the current plot seems to be heading in this direction.
"Chen Feng, in the future, will the eighteen of us be merged into one person?"
Qingluo proposed a terrifying conjecture.
This conjecture shocked Chen Feng.
If such a situation really occurred, he, Chen Feng, could accept it, because none of them disappeared.
But could the others accept it? Not all of them might be able to.
