Jian, Feng, Old Wu, Assistant Qian... In an instant, all four of them were confused, their memories had discrepancies, and they had four completely different identities for the same person.
Moments later, a chill rose from the ground, and Yang Xiao began to recall everything about Jian. In his memory, Jian was a familiar face, often following behind Director Ding, but the more he thought about it, the weirder it seemed. He couldn't remember any details about Jian – no conversations, no interactions, no stories, no connections; the man was like a cardboard cutout, inserted awkwardly into his memories.
Not just Yang Xiao, but Song Yan, Lu Ji, and Yu Mi couldn't remember anything about this person either.
One blow after another left Yu Mi unable to hold up any longer. She leaned against the classroom desk, panting heavily.
