Steven was the type who preferred action over words. When we finally managed to stop him, I saw


    Yasmin being carried out by someone. Her dress was stained with blood.


    Michael looked irritated. He carried Yasmin over and left with a grim expression.


    1 observed the intriguing subtle dynamics between Michael and Yasmin with great interest. It


    appeared that Michael was getting fed up–quite typical of a yer.


    Knowing Michael well, I predicted that if Yasmin kept bothering him, she would soon experience the


    kind of torment he once put me through.


    “Steven, let’s go,” I said, taking Steven’s hand and leading him away.


    As we walked outside the hotel, I observed Michael handing Yasmin over to his friend. He didn’t


    apany them to the hospital.


    I held onto Steven’s arm. There was a sarcastic smile on my face. “Steven… You see, people


    change, and that fickleness is disgusting.”


    “No…” Steven rejected my statement.


    I looked up at him.


    “I won’t change,” he said. Avoiding eye contact, his fair cheeks turned slightly red.


    Hearing that, I was stunned for a moment. Then, the mockery in my smile intensified.


    What was it that he was iming he wouldn’t change? The fact that he was taking me as a


    substitute for someone else?


    “If you won’t change, why are you so kind to me? We’ve only known each other for a few days,


    right? I questioned.


    Steven and Stephany hadn’t known each other for long either.


    “Because you’re Stephanie,” Steven suddenly said seriously.


    Hearing him say my name in such a way made my chest tighten. It was clear he was still treating


    Stephany as a substitute.


    “Stephanie…” I murmured. I always knew Steven was calling for Stephanie instead of Stephany.


    “What if you’ve mistaken me for someone else?” I cautiously probed, fearing he might react


    aggressively likest time.


    “I know you’re Stephanie.” He reached for my fingers and stated firmly, “No matter how you change,


    I will always recognize you.”


    He looked too serious, and his intensity was making me a bit uneasy.


    No one would believe me even if I admitted that myself. Even Rachel couldn’t recognize the


    Everyone was a skeptic nowadays. There was no belief in ghosts or spirits. I died, but somehow, I


    was reincarnated in someone else’s body. If I were to say this, people would probably think I was


    mentally ill and send me to a psychiatric hospital.


    But Steven, the widely–proimed lunatic, firmly believed that I was Stephanie, Was he deluding


    himself, or had he genuinely discovered something?


    “How… How did you find out it’s me?” I asked in a low voice.


    Steven held my fingers tightly and said softly, “The moment you opened your eyes, I knew you were


    Stephanie,”


    It was clear his words were just a delusion of a lunatic rather than a true discovery.


    “I just know… you are,” he said, insisting. His voice was slightly trembling


    I didn’t dare to provoke him further. If he wanted to consider me as someone else, I’d let him. I just


    wanted to know the truth.


    “It’s okay if you don’t remember me…” Steven hugged me. “I’ll stay with you.”


    As if he was forgiving me for something, he softly said he would be with me.


    My heart was beating at a strange pace. It was a feeling I had never experienced before.


    He was saying I didn’t remember him. Did I forget him? Did he y a role in my life? Why couldn’t f


    remember at all?


    The driver came to pick up Steven and me. Coincidentally, we witnessed Michael leaving Yasmin


    alone to head to the hospital. He drove away with an uneasy expression.


    Leaning on my chin, I stared out the window and kept an eye on Michael.


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    “You want to know where he’s going, don’t you?” Steven asked. He then instructed the driver, ”


    Follow him.”


    I looked at Steven in surprise. This guy was indeed something else… Could he read minds or


    something?


    I didn’t say anything and quickly averted my gaze. I was too afraid to look into Steven’s eyes.


    He really seemed like one of those shamans from the 19th century. Just a nce could make one


    feel uneasy and frightened. Those eyes of his seemed capable of drowning a person.


    The driver discreetly followed Michael as he drove toward the outskirts.