“It was possible that certain part of his brain was injured during the accident, resulting in memory loss, although it did not conform to scientific logic.” The man with Han Mingxu's face raised his eyebrows and looked at the doctor. “Or his brain cells have declined or stagnated repairing after two years of coma?” “Yes, this is the only explanation.” Although the man in front of the true Han Mingxu was smiling, Han felt himself coerced by some kind of invisible pressure. The doctor aside wiped his sweat quietly.

“Or, is there another possibility?” Han Mingxu's smile remained the same, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

“What?”

Han Mingxu stood up from his chair and walked to the window. His slender body leaned against the wall besides the window, “Is it possible that he pretends to have amnesia?” The doctor got frightened by this inadvertent tone.

“But…but…why would he do this?”

Why? Han Mingxu smiled again. “Just asking, you’ve done your job.” Han Mingxu kept speculating, all the way from the doctors’ office to the sickroom, the possibility of Qinghao’s pretending to lose his memory. Whereas, it seemed that Qinghao had no reason to do so. Finally, Han Mingxu convinced himself that the man might have really lost his memory.

Han Mingli came to the door of the ward and could see the scene clearly through the tiny opening. Li Qinghao’s originally pale face was a little ruddy at this time, and his rabbit-like eyes were pure and bright. He leant against the bed and drank the soup fed by the middle-aged woman wearing a smile.

But that person always stayed poised, how could he be that Li Qinghao he knew?

When he made the decision to get rid of the real Han Mingxu, he had thoroughly investigated his social connections. Among these connections, the most surprising one was Nancheng Lie. Not only because he was a playboy, had he also never tried to hide his sexual orientation. Li Qinghao was one of those men whom Nancheng had once cheated on. Thus, he had an impression on that boy.

He pushed open the door again, noticing the warm atmosphere in the room was not affected by his interruption at all. “, Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Han Mingxu.”

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Since the man called himself Han Mingxu, what about me? Han Mingxu knew that from then on, his name had been changed to Li Qinghao.

“Well, I’ve heard about you from my mom. Thank you for offering me such a good medical condition for the past two years.”

“All your sufferings were caused by me. That is the least I can do.” He gave Li Qinghao a chance to live all because he wanted to convince Nancheng Lie that he was Han Mingxu. Although he was confident that he could imitate Han Mingxu perfectly, without Li Qinghao as a witness, his identity would one day be revealed by the worldly-wise Nancheng Lie.

“Well, in fact, I’m a bit curious." Li Qinghao blinked his crystal-clear eyes. He knew the reason why Nancheng Lie had once attracted by Li Qinghao was nothing but Li’s pretty face. So he must make full use of it.

Oh? There was a flash of doubt in Han Mingxu's eyes. He looked at Li Qinghao with fresh new eyes. Was it because of memory loss that resulted in such a big shift in this man’s character and temperament?”

“Yes, please.”

“May I know what I was doing that time? Or...” Li Qinghao's face slowly turned red, “Or what we were doing that time?”

Pfff…Looking at Li’s shy reddened face, Han Mingxu could not help chuckling, making himself surprised at his own laughter. “What we were doing?” Han Mingxu's eyes were brimmed with charm and relish. Although Li Qinghao had seen this face for more than 20 years, this was the first time he had a glimpse of that expression.

“Huh... I think you’ve misunderstood my meaning.” It seemed that both of them were good actors. “Never mind, I have already woken up. I still would like to thank you though you caused me so.”

This gentle voice was somewhat capricious and unbridled, but was not at all annoying. Strange ideas gradually took Han Mingxu’s mind. He nodded to Li Qinghao and then left with an excuse.

Watching Han Mingxu disappear at the door and listening to his footsteps, Li Qinghao's eyes shone dangerously. The man... was never a nobody.

As for the gun murder he had suffered two years ago…

“Qinghao... Qinghao...” The woman waved her hand to attract her son's attention. Gazing at the unpredictable expression on his son’s face, Mr. Li squeezed his eyes. He knew his son had become somewhat different.

Li Qinghao's mother was a housewife, while his father ran a small trading company, engaging in small household appliance industry. Although their company was not large in scale, their family could be called as decent. Li Qinghao grew up with the pampering of his parents, so his character was inevitably fragile, like the flowers in a greenhouse. However, such a boy could be indulged so deep in his love with Nancheng Lie.

The thought of those intimate contacts of this body with Nancheng Lie made Li Qinghao felt uneasy. Nancheng Lie... Suddenly, a thought crowded his mind, if he told Nancheng Lie that he was Han Mingxu, would the other side believe it?

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