The person who came through the door wore a plaid shirt, jeans, and white sneakers. He was apparently a single man who had no girlfriend to help him with his wardrobe, boring and ordinary. But, his face and the aura he gave off caused Meng Qi to immediately feel chills down his spine.
That was another him!
Had he not died in the rental room? Had his parents not mourned for their son's death for nearly three years by now?
The man's appearance and every movement were identical to his, even the man's aura was similar to his. Therefore, when the man was excited, Meng Qi mistook it as the dispersed wave and did not pay attention to it.
He watched himself as he kicked off the sneakers, changed into slippers and stepped into the kitchen. He snatched a half-cut sausage and gulped it down. As a result, he was knocked mercilessly on the head by his mom. It was like a scene from yesterday, something between a dream and reality.
