"It’s so like him, really resembles." Li Qingtian whispered with her mouth slightly agape, unable to articulate her own emotions even now.
She had thought it was just soone acting recklessly under her brother’s na, but she hadn’t expected that upon seeing Tang Ye, the resemblance would be so striking—not a perfect match, but at least fifty percent similar!
Was it a coincidence?
Before this, she had fantasized that when she t this so-called Li Henian, his face would be completely unfamiliar. She had never imagined that she would see his face again, and despite how unbelievable it was, a glimr of hope was kindled in her heart!
What if this Li Henian in front of her really was her brother?
Tang Ye struggled to keep himself clear-headed, not to get entangled with whether he was Tang Ye or Li Henian, because doing so would only lead to greater ntal disarray. He only needed to rember that the mories in his mind were not his own.
But he couldn’t seem to escape the ntal loops, much like a person’s soul traveling to ancient tis and inheriting the mories of an ancient. But when you inherit soone’s mories, you also inherit their emotions, their loved ones, everything from their birth until now!
Inheriting mories is easy, especially those without emotions, but whose mories are devoid of emotions?
Every person is born a blank slate, with nothing on it, but as soon as one is born and cos into contact with the world, society’s dye vat reaches out to leave its mark with a brush, writing and painting on this blank slate. What a person eventually becos entirely depends on society’s temperant—chaotic scribbles if it is in a foul mood, or a beautiful work of art when it is appeased.
In different environnts, eting different people, encountering different things, living different lives, everyone develops their own personality and way of doing things.
So when your soul transmigrates and inherits soone’s mories, you have to accept their personality, their emotions, and their loved ones, too.
That kind of impact is impossible to understand for those who haven’t personally experienced it, and those web novel protagonists who claim to transmigrate effortlessly without being affected by the predecessor’s mories are simply spouting nonsense. Let’s talk about a simple impact—after transmigrating, do you know if you’re still your forr self or the transmigrator?
From a certain perspective, once you inherit your predecessor’s mories, you beco them! They rge, and the influence is so profound that you might even turn into that person!
The emotions that arise from all the events they experienced are inherently existing, and once you integrate them into your own mories, you can no longer maintain your self. Even if the transmigrator has no emotions, once they rge with another’s mories and emotions, no matter how cold, indifferent, or anti-social they were, they will be overwheld by the emotions contained in the other’s mories and end up possessing feelings themselves.
After hearing Li Qingtian’s soft murmurs, Tang Ye was montarily startled and asked sowhat helplessly, "Similar?"
Without responding to his question, Li Qingtian’s hands tirelessly caressed Tang Ye’s face, unwilling to miss even an inch.
As ti slowly passed, Tang Ye saw a hint of tears shimring in her eyes. Bit by bit, the gleam turned to mist, and then condensed into droplets that slid down her cheeks. The longing in her eyes didn’t make Tang Ye feel uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, it seed only natural because, after all, they were family.
"So you didn’t die. Why did you lie to ? Do you know how I’ve lived all this ti? Wuu..."
Suddenly, Li Qingtian let out several choked words at once and abruptly hugged herself. Tang Ye was completely bewildered by this sudden move, his body tensing up in response.
Watching Li Qingtian, who held him and sobbed, Tang Ye didn’t know what to say. His mind was completely blank. The murderous intent he still harbored toward her was dissipated by the rush of Li Henian’s mories. Li Henian was the last kin to Li Qingtian, but how important was Li Qingtian to Li Henian?
There was no need to guess or contemplate it, as could be seen by the fact that even after becoming a zombie, Li Henian would beco her subordinate.
Moreover, Tang Ye felt an indelible affection in Li Henian’s mories, a kind of love that made one envious.
Tang Ye wanted to remind her that he wasn’t Li Henian, but the emotions in the mories made him subconsciously believe that he was Li Henian, he is , I am him!
I am Li Henian with the mory of the Zombie King, and at the sa ti, I’m the Zombie King fused with Li Henian’s mories!
The two identities converge indistinguishably.
Li Henian is a transmigrator who, due to an accident, ended up in the body of a sapient zombie, and the Zombie King is a sapient zombie that has devoured the mories of another!
Their emotions blended into one, creating a new existence, he is Li Henian, and Li Henian is him.
The emotions in his mories kept telling him that the girl before him would not harm him, she is his kin!
They are the most important people to each other in this life. How could she possibly hurt him?
This is the answer from the subconscious, like a man who struggles in society, enduring endless workplace sches, but when he returns ho and sees his wife, children, or parents, he will know that no matter what they do, even if they don’t understand how hard he has worked outside, they are the people who least want to see him co to harm.
This is a certainty that cos with long-term coexistence!
And because of these feelings, Tang Ye found himself unable to speak, mainly because he didn’t know what to call the girl before him—soone both unfamiliar and extrely familiar.
Should he address her in the most distant tone with the cruelest words, or should he unabashedly call her by the endearnts reserved for kin?
Tang Ye thought about it, but in the end, he chose to remain silent, just silently watching her.
"Why? Why, huh? You’re clearly still here, so why? Why didn’t you co to find if you’re still alive? Do you know that I had nightmares all night on the day you died? Do you know all this? Why, huh? Bastard!"
After crying for a while, Li Qingtian suddenly changed her tone, filled with anger, and suddenly raised her head to look into Tang Ye’s eyes, full of sorrow.
She raised her hand and slapped Tang Ye’s face. Tang Ye was slightly dazed, not knowing how much force Li Qingtian used, but for Tang Ye, it was almost like a tickle, light and fluttering. It was also possible that as a Level 7 zombie, his skin was too thick to feel the attack from a Level 5 New Human.
After the slap, Li Qingtian hugged Tang Ye again, but soon let go, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes. With remorse, she said, "I’m sorry, Henian, your sister shouldn’t be angry."
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