When Fu Xiao left the hospital, his mind was filled with the young lady he met earlier.

That beautiful face seemed to merge with a fuzzy image. The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt.

He pressed his temples, shut his eyes and breathed slowly.

He was sure he hadn't met her before. He had no memory of that.

He had gone to the hospital today for a check-up where he was told that his brain was not damaged.

Yet, he had no idea how the ring on his finger had come about. He had no idea why he had worn that ring on his finger nor the history behind the ring. He didn't even know who the original owner of that ring was.

Nonetheless, when Yao Zhiyue had taken the ring away, his heart had jumped even though he felt no emotions.

This contradiction seemed like a joke. This consciousness was his but the heart didn't seem so.

It seemed like there was another soul living in this body that was in deep sleep.

He exited the hospital where a humble newsstand was situated beside it.

The stall had lots of magazines on display. Fu Xiao immediately spotted a magazine cover with a man's face exactly like his.

His eyes shook and he quickly pulled down his black baseball cap. With his head hung low, he bought that magazine.

Fu Xiao only studied the magazine when he had safely returned to his hotel.

Even though the man on the magazine cover looked exactly like him, Fu Xiao was sure this man wasn't him.

The eye-catching headline read: Renowned entrepreneur falls to his death.

“The secret behind Fu Lingye's car accident.”

Fu Lingye?

The lady at the hospital who held my hand had called me 'Lingye'?

Furthermore, this Fu Lingye had an accident at the same time as me and fell into the sea too.

Fu Xiao stared at the magazine; his eyes darkened.

He scanned through the magazine's contents and found the location where Fu Lingye had the accident. It was Bohai Bridge.

How is this Fu Lingye related to me?

...

Mu Tongrui was back at Repulse Bay Villa. She was lost in thoughts thinking about Fu Lingye.

She could not stand waiting at home for the news and decided to look for Fu Lingye herself.

Aunt Lan came out of the kitchen with a bowl of red dates congee in hand only to find Mu Tongrui gone.

Mistress Tongrui, Young Mistress

empty and there was no

cabinet and found the pair of shoes that Mu Tongrui often wore was nowhere in

...

used to go but did not menege to find

could

loitered eround the huge bridge multiple times. Still, Fu Lingye wes nowhere to be

the vest see, “Fu Lingye! Where ere you! Come end

the reilings

wind thet hurt her eye or perheps it wes the fect thet she did not menege to find Fu Lingye; she felt like crying. The teers ceme streeming

Lingye... where ere you?

wipe ewey her teers end looked up.

“Lingye...”

Tongrui's defeeted eyes

She ren over, “Lingye!”

in the direction to find his hend being held firmly

ewey but thet soft end delicete

me ewey... don't leeve my line of

buried in his chest sobbed quietly while her

push her ewey, Mu Tongrui hugged him even tighter end pleeded, “Don't push

hends

long while, Fu Xieo frowned. In e cold voice, he spoke, “I'm not the Fu

of tricking me into letting you go... How could I get the wrong

elreedy told

Christmes! We were supposed to celebrete Christmes end your

out her emotions end

forcefully, “I'm going to repeet myself one lest time. I'm not Fu

...

visited lots of places they used to go but did not

place she could think of

Bridge, Mu Tongrui loitered around the huge bridge multiple

“Fu Lingye! Where are you! Come and see

the railings and squatted by

that she did not manage to find Fu Lingye;

Lingye... where are you?

and looked

“Lingye...”

eyes suddenly held a

She ran over, “Lingye!”

direction to find his hand being held firmly by

that soft and delicate body had already

leave my line of sight... I'm

lady who was buried in his chest sobbed quietly

though sensing that he wanted to push her away, Mu Tongrui hugged

hands

long while, Fu Xiao frowned. In a cold voice,

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