Qi Jianyi frowned at the cryptic sentence, "You are me, and I am you?" She mulled it over, trying to unravel its meaning, but the words twisted in her mind, offering no clear answers.
Who was the original Qi Jianyi referring to? Was it herself? Or someone else? The more Qi Jianyi dwelled on it, the deeper her confusion grew. Her eyes lingered on that final sentence, her lips unconsciously moving as she repeated it over and over, as if by sheer repetition, its mystery would unravel.
But nothing changed. No forgotten memories resurfaced, no sudden clarity dawned—only the mounting frustration gnawing at her mind.
"What does this even mean?" she mumbled under her breath, exasperation clear in her tone. Despite her best efforts, the answer eluded her. With a resigned sigh, Qi Jianyi decided to move on. Perhaps the rest of the diary held clues that would make sense of this strange phrase later.
