In the dream, the original owner of this body hadn’t finished speaking—but Su Mu had already guessed what came next.

‘There’s no need to distinguish between us, because you are me, and I am you.’

What did that mean?

No need to distinguish between each other—you are me, I am you?

Had the original Su Mu already merged with him? Or had he been residing in this body all along?

And why did the original Su Mu look exactly like him—same face, and even the same name?

Seeing that Su Mu had fallen into thought instead of immediately rejecting him, a flicker of hope suddenly rose in Luo Beiyao’s heart.

Su Mu pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let’s talk about it later.”

He didn’t understand what was really going on either. Whatever connection he had with the original Su Mu, the truth was that he knew nothing about it right now.

He had always believed that this body now entirely belonged to him. But if the original owner might return, he couldn’t make casual decisions about someone else’s body.

He possessed the original Su Mu’s memories, so he knew that the original owner still harbored feelings for Luo Beiyao.

Now that Su Wanmei’s illness was cured and Jiang Sheng no longer dared to overstep, once the original Su Mu returned, there would be nothing standing in the way of him and Luo Beiyao being together again—just like before.

In the end, if the original Su Mu truly did come back, the person Su Mu would miss the most… was still Su Wanmei.

Luo Beiyao froze slightly. “What do you mean?”

Su Mu replied calmly, “You should know. I hit my head and lost my memory. Other than my mom, I don’t remember anyone.”

Those words lodged in Luo Beiyao’s throat like a thorn. He pressed his lips together, his deep phoenix eyes fixed unblinkingly on Su Mu.

“So you’ve lost your memory. You like women now. And I’ve been clinging to you, making you uncomfortable—is that it?”

Su Mu didn’t answer, but the look in his eyes was enough to count as a silent confirmation.

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Carefully, Luo Beiyao tested the waters. “Then… how about we start over? You liked me before—try again now. Alright?”

A crack appeared in Su Mu’s otherwise indifferent expression.
“The apocalypse has already broken out. I don’t have the time or energy to deal with emotional matters like this.”

Luo Beiyao’s gaze darkened. He stayed silent for a long while before suddenly reaching out and gripping Su Mu’s narrow shoulders—deliberately avoiding the injured side of his back.

It didn’t look like Luo Beiyao used much force, but no matter how Su Mu struggled, he couldn’t break free.

Su Mu stared at him expressionlessly. “What are you doing?”

Realizing he’d lost control, Luo Beiyao forced down the turbulent emotions surging inside him. Still, the hand gripping Su Mu’s shoulder tightened slightly.

“Are you playing with me?”

Su Mu, who had never been in a relationship: “??”

Anger churned faintly in Luo Beiyao’s eyes. He irritably withdrew his hand and tugged at his collar.

“Are you trying to keep me hanging?”

He had said he wanted to start over. Su Mu hadn’t rejected him outright, yet also refused any closeness, pushing everything off with ‘later’. Wasn’t that precisely what ‘leading someone on’ was?

Su Mu: “???”

He glanced toward the door. “Has my mom woken up yet?”

Luo Beiyao grabbed Su Mu’s chin and forced his face back toward him.
“Aunt Su is fine. Don’t change the subject. I want a clear answer to what I just asked you.”

The force on his chin was painful enough to make Su Mu frown.

“Can we talk about this later?”

This mess was something between the original Su Mu and Luo Beiyao. He didn’t want to get involved.

Dating was such a hassle.

Being single felt much better—no need to think about anything.

Under the light, Luo Beiyao’s phoenix eyes seemed even deeper than before. A trace of disappointment flashed through them before vanishing.

“No.”

Su Mu countered, “Then what if I reject you? You’ll stop bothering me?”

Luo Beiyao stared straight at him. The corner of his lips curved upward, but the smile carried an indescribable chill.

“Do you really think that’s possible?”