In the depths of Hualing's mental realm, two aspects of her consciousness faced off in heated debate. The space around them seemed to pulse with the urgency of their situation, reflecting the dire circumstances of their physical body pinned against a tree alongside their young master.
"Why would you do that? Now we're both going to die!" Minghua's frustration erupted, her form radiating exasperation. "What sins did I commit in my previous life to meet such a dumb person?"
Hualing regarded her counterpart with skeptical eyes. "Didn't you say you were me just a few days ago?" Her tone carried a hint of irony before shifting to urgent desperation. "Now what? Since you said you were from the future, do you have a way to get out of this situation? I need to save the young master."
"Now you believe me?" Minghua snapped, but Hualing merely stared at her as if she were the irrational one in this situation.
