Yu Xuan stood face to face with Yu Xuan.
Or rather… with something that had stolen his skin and perfected it.
The other's stance was identical, his breathing steady, but his eyes… cold, indifferent, as though even looking at Yu Xuan was a mild inconvenience.
Neither moved. The silence stretched until it felt like the space between them was about to collapse.
Finally, the indifferent-eyed Yu Xuan spoke.
"Why do you keep lying to yourself?"
The real Yu Xuan looked confused and said, "What exactly is that supposed to mean?"
"You know what I mean." The fake's voice was calm, almost bored. "You sometimes act weaker than you are because it's easier than admitting what you want."
Yu Xuan tilted his head. "You sound like a self help book written by someone I'd punch."
"No… I sound like you, remember what the trial said, I am you, a better you. The part of you that doesn't waste time pretending."
