Javier Sinclair stood outside Cloud Abyss Hall.
His gaze swept over the architecture of Cloud Abyss Hall before him.
The pavilions, towers, corridors, and waterside gazebos... The sight that greeted him felt familiar, yet strangely foreign.
Seeing him survey the area, Celeste Grant hugged his arm and said, "Does it feel familiar? This is where we used to live."
Javier Sinclair didn't deny it; it did feel somewhat familiar. At this thought, he nodded slightly. "Yes, I feel like I've lived here before. It's a little familiar."
Celeste Grant smiled faintly.
"That's right, because we used to live here."
Javier Sinclair wouldn't accept that. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and said in a low voice, "That wasn't me." His gaze shifted to her face as he spoke with utter seriousness, "Look closely. The one here now is me. You're not allowed to think about that other one, and you certainly can't mix us up. I have no desire to be a substitute. He is him, and I am me."
