Li Xinyuan's breath hitched, fists clenching harder on his lap as he looked at Li Jinhua, dazed and unable to understand what was reality, what was a dream—better yet, a nightmare.
He stared at his auntie, confusion filling his features to the brim, even overwhelming all over his body as his mouth fell open.
Why was she sounding so befuddled? It was as if she was hearing Hu Lijing's name for the first time!
Internally, the surgeon shook his head as a stray thought passed through his mind.
No, that can't be.
It couldn't be that Hu Lijing was just a figment of his imagination, right? What about the sixteen years he'd spent with the older male?
Were they just a speck of his imagination? Wait a freaking minute? What if this life—no, hold up… What if his last life was nothing but a daydream his brain has made up?
