Here are Xun Fu's memories.
No, to be more precise, they are the memories of her true name—Shen Tang.
What the crystal preserved were the bits and pieces of her mutual understanding and love with a Black Panther Beastman.
That Black Panther Beastman looked exactly like Jin.
Perhaps everyone believed they were the same person, even Jin had a moment of bewilderment looking at those images.
But deep down, he knew these unfamiliar memories didn't belong to him, he was not that Black Panther.
Jin felt like an outsider intruding, standing from afar, blankly watching the scenes of joy between the female and the Black Panther Beastman, either playing or cuddling, so happy, yet so glaring.
He was like a despicable voyeur.
Suddenly, his heart ached with a suffocating sourness, as if it were gripped tightly by a hand, nearly unable to beat, even breathing became difficult.
