Yixing thought he would wake up, but something else had urged him to think more. He remembered everything about his life, but he knew he forgot something even before the accident. Something that was crucial to the accident.
The nearby grave had lightened up and Yixing followed the pattern. Maybe his mind, his dreams, would be helping him to remember the crucial memory.
He came into a hall. It was a wedding reception and by those images around him; he guessed it was his father's and his mistress. Changer was her name. Wasn't it?
All eyes were on the real him. Not only women, but some of their men were looking at him, amazed. And Yixing wasn't that surprised when he saw himself. He really went all out that day. And the silver hair really suited him.
