Qiao Jingchen offered a faint smile, his gaze drifting to the sky behind him, where the sunset bathed the clouds in brilliant gold, indescribably beautiful.
"Why are you so afraid to face it? The other suppressed version of you that split off was particularly passionate towards me, extremely proactive last night."
"Shut up." Zhuang Yuezhou barked angrily, "Just shut up."
"Admit it, you're like me, we are each other's other half."
"You lunatic, Qiao Jingchen, aren't you afraid I'll get you thrown back in jail?"
"Ha!" Qiao Jingchen laughed derisively, "Was it really for Xiaoyu's sake that you sent me to prison back then, or was it because you were afraid to face yourself?"
"What do I have to be afraid of facing?" Zhuang Yuezhou retorted.
"You're probably afraid to face what happened last night." Qiao Jingchen looked at him, took out his phone, turned it on, and a video popped up on the screen.