“Qing Hao, this is your room. Remember?”

The family lived in an expensive small villa nested in the downtown area. So Li Qinghao inferred that the owner of the house was doing well in his trade business.

Looking at Mrs. Li’s worried look, he felt a little bit sorry and stretched out his hands to hold hers. Having remained in a heavy stupor for two years, he became thinner with his slender fingers resembling skeleton. But what weird was they looked especially beautiful.

“I will store up my memory from now on.”

Hearing this, Mrs. Li’s tears fell instantly. Though she did not know whether the boy in front of her was really her son, she still felt warm sunshine through the pair of gentle eyes.

“Mom, I want to get familiar with the room first. You’ve suffered a lot for the past two years. Maybe you need to take a rest.” She had never seen such a considerable son, but there was a firm dignity in such a light tone that she could not refuse.

“Okay.”

This is the room of Li Qinghao.

Looking at the strange scenes in front of his eyes, he felt a fleeting sense of touch. But soon, he suppressed his emotions with inner reason. At the moment, he shouldn’t and couldn’t have those negative thoughts.

There was an independent study in the bedroom. Li Qinghao pushed open the door and found the room inside was... He snorted a laughter that you could not tell whether he was laughing at Li Qinghao’s ignorance or innocence. The walls of the study covered with photos of Nancheng Lie, with each photo taken from the most beautiful angle. Li Qinghao had to say that the photographer had great talent in this aspect.

Or one could say he was filming with a heart.

The sleeping Nancheng Lie was quiet like an angel, while the man looked lazy like the last glow of summer sky when he just got up. After bathing, he was sexy and unbridled with his wet black hair dripping with drops.

Nancheng Lie… Li Qinghao whispered the name of his best friend in his heart. It seemed that the owner of this room really loved him.

The bathtub had been filled with warm water, Li Qinghao sat in it and was finally able to take off the shackles of the whole body. During these two years after the gun murder, he could not ignore the blank space of his absence, while what he wanted to clarify most was the plotter of the murder two years ago.

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His calm eyes sparkled sharply.

Li Qinghao was now standing in the bathroom, naked, measuring his 183 cm figure in front of the mirror. This body was slender and well-proportioned with a pair of straight and tight long legs. The man had an innate white skin, while in the function of liquid medicine for the past two years, his skin had become whiter.

Once touching the hot water, he felt a warmth soon lingering in his body. Though he had already accustomed to this, it still differed from the feeling he had in hospital.

After his recovery, he was kept in hospital for another week. During this period, Han Mingxu never showed his appearance again. Li Qinghao knew in his heart that what seemed normal covered up more abnormalities.

At dinner, Li Qinghao asked about what happened to him after the accident.

“It's all over now. Why bother with this?” Mr. Li put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked at Li Qinghao deeply, only feeling that his boy had changed a lot.

Mr. Li was working in business circle where shrewdness was a necessary condition. Li Qinghao knew this very well.

“You will know the process and ending once there is a beginning of a story, but sometimes you won’t. I know my ending but have no previous memory in my mind. At least for me, this kind of life is blank and meaningless. To be more precise, I don't even know who my biological parents are.” His eyes revealed deep loneliness while he was looking at Mr. Li who was a little bit uneasy.

Hearing this, Mr. Li felt sorry and finally release his mouth, after all the man in front of him was his son. “That day, the young master from Nancheng Family contacted us and said that you were in the hospital. When we arrived, you were still in the operating room. Mr. Han said that you had meant to hang out together that day, but did not expect to encounter a murder. We must thank Mr. Han for his help for the past two years.”

Mr. Li’s gratitude to Han Mingxu was not inconspicuous.

Han Mingxu... Well, his own name, but now it sounded so strange. Was it because of the long separation for the past two years?

Two years ago, Li Qinghao was a university freshman, while Han Mingxu and Nancheng Lie were juniors already. What about today two years later?

“When the doctor announced that you might become a vegetable, your mother and I helped you to apply for suspension from school.” Mr. Li seemed to be very practical. “Now that you have just been discharged from hospital, you can resume study but wait until the full recovery.”

“Sorry, I’d like to go through the formalities these days. I want to fill in the gaps in the past two years.” Living in the sunshine was easy to expose in front of the enemy. However, this kind of exposition with no cover would also relax the other side’s vigilance. Until now, he still could not figure out who was the enemy launching the attack, but his memory told that he had mentioned himself chased by a dog during the conversation with Nancheng Lie that day. Thus, Nancheng Lie would certainly have investigated into the accident.

He could not help but wonder how the man pretending to be himself solved these matters. Or had Nancheng Lie already known that the current Han Mingxu was actually a fake one? Since he had not exchanged souls with Li Qinghao, why the man wore the same face as his? After speculation, he could now be sure, based on the behaviors of the other party, that this was a deliberate impersonation.

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