"Yet, I am not..."
I let out a long sigh, filled with inner conflict and helplessness.
These few simple words felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, lodged in my throat and refusing to come out. How could I ever open up to him and tell him that I was no longer the lofty Yún Zhāo of the past, who commanded the entire world? I was merely a soul that had coincidentally borrowed Yún Zhāo's body.
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