Don't let your life be erased
Xi Zirui stares at his grandmother, trying not to let his panic show.
He has a million questions. His mind is foggy and slow with the whirlwind of new information swimming around in it.
His grandmother must notice some of his distress because she shoots him a pitying glance. "Child, I know this is a lot for you to take in, but you need to understand that I had to do what I did."
She sighs, her gaze growing distant and faraway. "I didn't notice it immediately when you were born. It's not like I saw Xi Ming often. Despite my brother's pleas I only conceded to meet with them once. I didn't want him to think I condoned the foolishness they were embarking into, you understand?"
Xi Zirui doesn't, but he still nods, if only to keep his grandmother talking.
"The more you grew into a young man the more you resembled him. You looked like Xi Ming's spitting image, with some differences of course, reincarnation is not perfect replication."