Boom!
The conversation between the little girl and boy struck Qin Chuan like a bolt from the blue, crashing heavily upon his head.
"He is me!"
The expression on Qin Chuan's face visibly contorted at a rapid pace, his head filled with an unprecedented, extreme pain.
With the intense pain, numerous long-sealed, fragmented memories started to surface in his mind, finally joining together into complete segments.
Song Yan, who continued to pour out her feelings to Qin Chuan, hadn't realized that the man lying on the bed was trembling slightly.
When the next day's morning sun rose from the east, Song Yan, who had at some point fallen asleep by the bedside, slowly opened her bleary eyes.
"Qin Chuan!"
The moment Song Yan opened her eyes, she saw that Qin Chuan had already sat up in bed, and her face lit up with excitement, "You're awake!"
A forced smile appeared on Qin Chuan's face as he looked towards Song Yan and said, "You've worked hard!"
