Immortal Travel of Longevity

Mao'er was indeed pondering this possibility.

But it had also fallen into a strange silence, likely hesitating between the "self" and the "true self." Was killing memories the same as killing someone else?

Mao'er couldn't figure it out.

It said no more to Chen Changsheng. Before long, it retreated back into Lihua's body, hiding somewhere unknown.

Not long after, Lihua woke up.

Its head ached. It felt strange—no matter how long it had slept in the past, it had never felt so groggy. Why did its head hurt so much this time? Something wasn't right.

"Mmm..."

Lihua rubbed its eyes and spotted Chen Changsheng sitting nearby. "Mister, how did Lihua fall asleep?"

Chen Changsheng said, "Perhaps you were just too tired."