Chapter 79: How Could She Be Exactly Like Her?

Inside the chamber, Gong Lü was lying on the bed, one hand casually tucked behind his head, the other holding a remote, his gaze fixed on the display screen that nearly covered the entire wall opposite him.

The screen showed nothing but her preferences.

Her favorite dishes, her favorite drinks, favorite accessories, favorite flowers and plants, favorite fruits, favorite letters, favorite numbers, favorite colors... and so much more.

An entire screen filled to the brim.

It was accurate to the smallest detail—too comprehensive, in fact! If she were to write it herself, she doubted she could be so thorough. Some of her likes were so subtle, she often overlooked them.

Stunned, Ye Luo took a long moment before she could tear her eyes away from the screen and look at Gong Lü.

Seeing her gaze shift, Gong Lü turned to lie on his side facing her, propping his head up with one hand, a smile curling at the corners of his lips. “Does it feel familiar? These are the preferences of the person I love. Are they exactly the same as yours?”

From Thursday onward, this man had the kitchen prepare her favorite foods every day, never repeating a dish.

At first, she wondered how he knew what she liked.

But Thursday night, as he dined with her, he told her, “These are what my beloved likes to eat.” That’s when she realized he didn’t know her preferences at all—he simply had the kitchen follow the tastes of the one he loved.

Yet Friday, Saturday, and even today’s breakfast and lunch had all been uncannily perfect matches for her tastes...

And now, an entire screen mirroring her exact likes...

Ye Luo couldn’t help but frown. How could her preferences be identical to those of the person he loves?

He’d asked if it felt familiar.

How could it not, when every single item matched hers? She knew them all too well.

But how could she be the person he loves?

It was impossible.

Ye Luo still thought so, and said, “If you know her preferences so well, and you have such influence, how could you not know where she is? Why do you even need to look for her?”

Before he could answer, she pressed on, “You must know what she looks like, right? So how come, when we first met in my father’s hospital room, you didn’t recognize me? Now you rely on doubt and tests to determine if I’m really her? Were you two in an online relationship and never met?”

Gong Lü wasn’t in a hurry to reply. He set down the remote, sat up, and hugged a pillow casually before smiling at her, “Of course I know where she is. I just can’t go find her. I know what she looks like, too, but your current face isn’t hers.”

He paused, his eyes deep and enigmatic, his smile hovering between amusement and seriousness. “Ask yourself honestly—are you truly He Luo?”

He’d asked her before, as if talking to himself, “Are you... still He Luo?” Now he asked again, and though she wasn’t surprised, she frowned deeply.

A fierce frown.

Was it just her imagination?

Why did she feel as if he knew exactly who she was and where she came from?

Fine, even if it wasn’t her imagination—even if it was true—who could possibly know her preferences better than herself? In that era three hundred years later, no such person existed.

And in this era, even less so!

Even if the assumption was overturned again, Ye Luo still refused to believe it, convinced it was just her own illusion.

It was only because this man was so unfathomable that he made her feel this way.

She didn’t want to play guessing games with Gong Lü anymore. Ye Luo asked directly, “If I’m not He Luo, then who am I?”