For an entire afternoon, Qi Jingtao sat reviewing the data Wujin had sent over.
The records for twenty-one skeletons appeared before his eyes—ages, heights, everything matched the people in his memories. The final set of data was his own. So, he had died in Shennongjia all those years ago, along with those twenty-one brothers; no one had survived Shennongjia that year.
With so many overwhelming emotions colliding today, Qi Jingtao found himself uncharacteristically struggling to breathe. What could be more cruel in this world than seeing one's own body reduced to white bones? At the same time, he caught a glimpse of the decade his lover had spent lost without him.
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