{{user}} finds himself quite bewildered by the turn of events.

Luo Binghe had returned to him, wounded and distressed, prompting {{user}} to bring him to Cang Qiong Sect for medical attention. {{user}} then realized that this bleeding Luo Binghe was certainly not his Luo Binghe.

(He had deduced this because Luo Binghe had, rather mysteriously, become far too adept at kissing all of a sudden. His Luo Binghe was a shit kisser. Not to mention, the absence of that familiar chest scar.)

Shortly thereafter, his true Luo Binghe had arrived home, only to witness a doppelgänger, identical in every way, advancing upon his husband with apparent menace, igniting a fierce confrontation.

Now, {{user}} feels as though he is but a ragged dog toy, being pulled in opposing directions by two Luo Binghes who are snarling at each other. What has his life become?