As evening approached, Yin He Lian finally finished his last day of work, handed in his resignation letter, and escaped from the group of women who were like wolves and tigers, walking out of the real estate agency.
The sky in the distance gradually darkened. The weather, which was clear in the morning, suddenly had a hint of coolness, as if it was about to rain. The streetlights began to light up, and the dim yellow light stretched his shadow long.
Was he really leaving? Leaving with You'er.
He still didn't know his own name or surname.
Suddenly feeling the future was very uncertain, until the smiling faces of You'er and Xiao Xun flashed before his eyes, his heart was reinvigorated. As long as they, the mother and daughter, were there, it didn't matter if he couldn't remember the past.
Thinking that You'er would invite police colleagues and neighbors to the house tonight, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.
The streetlights began to light up, casting a dim yellow light that stretched his shadow long.
Walking on a quiet and relatively secluded road, an urgent ringtone from his mobile phone sounded, and a pleasant voice came through.
"Lian, are you back yet? Everyone is almost here."
"On my way home, I'll be there in about ten minutes."
"I'll wait for you," the sweet laughter ended the call.
The words "I'll wait for you" warmed his heart to the extreme, and he even stood on the spot, forgetting to move because of too much joy, until he felt a cool touch on his face. He touched it and found a raindrop had fallen on his forehead.
He just started to move when several black sedans suddenly stopped in front of him. The dazzling headlights made his eyes squint, and he stepped back, and a flashing knife was swung at his head.
Startled, he instinctively dodged to the side, then another knife came at him. He barely evaded it, but before he could steady his steps, two more knives came at him from left and right.
With no choice, he had to dodge backward, and another knife struck his back.
"Ah—", blood spurted out. He felt an emptiness-like pain at the back, and as he stepped back to the edge of the road, another knife was forced upon him, and he had to retreat backward. His footing was empty, and he lost his balance, rolling down the slope. His injured body rolled on the grass, leaving a bright red, glaring trail of blood.
Finally propping himself up halfway, the men who had attacked him earlier ran down, holding knives against him.
"Who are you?" Yin He Lian gritted his teeth and endured, trying to stay strong, and looked angrily at these unfamiliar faces in front of him. "I've never seen you before. What do you want to do?"
"Tsk tsk, it seems amnesia is real," on the rainy night with dim yellow light, a handsome man of similar stature to him, with a ruthless smile, walked down from the grass, with a man holding an umbrella for him with a bow.
"Who are you?" Yin He Lian didn't dare to move, he could only squint at the cold and mocking eyes, but the face that was somewhat similar to his own made him shake his head, feeling a slight pain in his temples. This face, he seemed to have seen it somewhere before.
"Big brother, don't you remember me?" Yin He Xi looked down at him condescendingly, with a mocking smile.