He was 188 cm tall, wearing black silk shirt and black linen trousers. His face was gorgeous and delicate with a pair of deep eyes, predominant nose bridge, thin lips, and amazing eyebrows. He was Nancheng Lie, an attractive spotlight even standing still there without making a pose. Nancheng Lie was calm on the outside but deep inside he felt …

When he was still Han Mingxu, he never got up early. But when he became Li Qinghao, he wasn’t used to staying in bed after waking up. He knew it was because he got something on his mind, so he started to sleep light and had dark circles around his eyes. He opened the closet and found no fancy clothes …

 “Qing Hao, this is your room. Remember?” The family lived in an expensive small villa nested in the downtown area. So Li Qinghao inferred that the owner of the house was doing well in his trade business. Looking at Mrs. Li’s worried look, he felt a little bit sorry and stretched out his hands to hold hers. Having remained in …

“It was possible that certain part of his brain was injured during the accident, resulting in memory loss, although it did not conform to scientific logic.” The man with Han Mingxu’s face raised his eyebrows and looked at the doctor. “Or his brain cells have declined or stagnated repairing after two years of coma?” “Yes, this is the only explanation.” …

“Our staff has already notified your family.” The nurse comforted Han Mingxu kindly. “You are truly a miracle. The doctor had announced that you would be a vegetable for the rest of your life. We didn’t expect you to wake up.” He raised the corners of his mouth and unleashed a charming grin. The room was instantly filled with hormones …

Han Mingxu knew from inside that no one in this universe could be more cruel-hearted than Nancheng Lie, his good fellow since childhood. The deep friendship between their two families had been spanning for various generations, and may be longer than the Yangtze River if anyone would like to trace its origin. Whereas, the most absolute feature about Nancheng Lie …