The kind-hearted Lord Qianhu stood in the washroom, watching the reflection of his Flying Fish Attire in the copper mirror, memories and doubts surfacing in his eyes.
He felt as if he had forgotten something.
Lord Qianhu reached out his hand and splashed water from the basin onto his face. The cool touch gradually calmed the chaotic thoughts in his brain.
Although externally he always said Hou Jue was his son, Lord Qianhu knew this wasn't true. There was no blood relation between Hou Jue and him, and he was not Hou Jue's father, because…
Looking down at his lower body, Lord Qianhu had a complex expression in his eyes and he sighed deeply.
He did not have the organs of a man.
For some reason, Lord Qianhu found that he seemed to have lost some memories. For example, why he had such a strong obsession with Hou Jue, what had really happened in his past, and…
Why he was different from ordinary people.
Ding!
