The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

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How could he forget?

The best time spent in this small rental house.

There is no tactics, no struggle, no disguise, no pretense.

For more than twenty years, he seemed to have lived a life only if he was here.

But... he still forgot her.

Huo Baiyuan tightly covered his eyes, lowered his head, and suddenly sobbed like a child, with turbulent tears seeping from between his fingers.

Qin Miao stared at Huo Baiyuan in astonishment. He didn't understand why Huo Baiyuan suddenly became like this. He could only test carefully.

"Young Master..."

Suddenly, Huo Baiyuan grabbed Qin Miao's wrist abruptly, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, raised his head, and looked at Qin Miao with a pair of red and earnest eyes, his voice hoarse, and he asked hurriedly, "Where is Song Lishu?" Where is the tomb...?"

Qin Miao was stunned, too late to react.

Obviously he did not ask Song Lishu's funeral, and he asked him to bury Song Lishu in a random place.

Why did you suddenly ask about Song Lishu's cemetery again?

Seeing Qin Miao's delay in answering, Huo Baiyuan's eyes seemed to be dripping with blood, and he roared, "I'll ask you where is she?!"

It was late at night, and the cold moonlight poured down, and an autumn breeze carried a bitter chill, and the dead branches were blown off and gently fell to the ground.

Qin Miao took Huo Baiyuan to a secluded public cemetery. There was no one to look after, no one to clean. The tall graves were piled up randomly, trash was scattered on the ground, the graves were covered with dead grass, and the howling wind sounded like a ghost weeping.

But Huo Baiyuan asked Qin Miao to dispose of Song Lishu's body casually.

The two sat down at the dining table.

Song Lishu put a chopsticks and carrot into the man's bowl, and bitterly persuaded him not to be picky eaters, the man was wronged, put a small sip in his mouth, spit it out, and then began to play helplessly, saying that he would not eat.

Song Lishu showed a helpless but doted smile, after all, there was no way.

The TV was turned on, and I didn't know what was playing inside, and the fan page above my head creaked.

After taking a shower, Song Lishu came out of the bathroom with his hair still damp and stuck to his neck. The man suddenly rushed over, hugged Song Lishu, buried his head in the neck, greedily taking her breath, couldn’t help it. It smells so good.

Song Lishu pushed him, cursing shamelessly.

At this moment, the man slowly raised his head, and suddenly he twisted his head and shot straight at Huo Baiyuan.

As if he was aware of the existence of Huo Baiyuan, the man opened Song Lishu, turned around, and walked in the direction of Huo Baiyuan step by step. He stood straight in front of Huo Baiyuan impartially.

Looking at the man in front of him, seeing his face gradually clear, showing a handsome face, Huo Baiyuan's heart seemed to stop in an instant, because he found that this man turned out to be himself.

The man who had trouble with Song Lishu, laughed with Song Lishu, and Song Lishu sweetly embraced him turned out to be himself.

He is himself from beginning to end!

Huo Baiyuan suddenly felt his legs soft, and his whole body fell to the ground, stunned, as if he had lost his soul.

Qin Miao didn't know what was going on, so he grabbed Huo Bai's arm and asked, "Young Master, what's the matter with you? What's the matter?"

Huo Baiyuan suddenly hugged his head with his hands.

Those fragments rushing in his mind finally formed a complete picture.

He remembered...

He finally remembered!

He remembered his car accident, awoke in the hospital, and saw Song Lishu for the first time.

He remembered that he held Song Lishu and refused to let go, calling her Jiang Nianwei.