"Master, my dear master..."
Naino slowly opened his eyes, but his expression was very complicated, mixed with unspeakable suffering and anger.
"Master, I didn't expect that your memories would be so painful. Don't we have sympathy for each other?"
Naino suddenly held Jiang Jiamian tightly and pressed his face gently against Jiang Jiamian's neck. His words were not filled with doubts, not asking for the truth, but full of heartache, "The memory copying is not complete. Naino doesn't know how the master changed from that body to the current master, but Naino saw that the master's past was also so painful, the same as Naino's."
He saw in his memory that the master looked like a completely different person.
Fragments of that person's memories, from his birth to the age of thirteen.
Although they look different, Naino can feel that he is his master.
And his master's father was really not much better than Yuan Heng's father.
