Chapter 9

“Who are you?”

The cold and emotionless voice was so abrupt in the fairly chaotic room that it echoed in the room and smashed a boulder in everyone’s heart.

“…Xiaohan?”

Mother Luo’s tearful eyes widened, and she incredulously whispered to her son.

Luo Han indifferently looked at the beautiful woman who was hugging him, and doubtfully denied, “Who is Xiao Han?”

When the words fell, Mother Luo covered her mouth, stumbled back a few steps, and bumped against Father Luo’s body before stopping.

“Han!” Qi Yan took a step forward, and there was a deep shock in his voice, “You don’t remember?”

Luo Han frowned at him, trying to recall the appearance of the three people in front of him, but it was blank.

“Hiss—!” His temples suddenly ached. Luo Han held his head that was about to blow up and slammed into the wall!

“Han!” Qi Yan yelled. He quickly rushed over to hug him, panicked, and murmured in a low voice, “Don’t think if you don’t want to, don’t try to recognize if you don’t know, it’s okay if you don’t think of us…”

Gentle whispers flowed into Luo Han’s heart like sweet spring water, and it slowly pacified his acupuncture-like pain. He closed his eyes and just leaned back in Qi Yan’s arms as he did not resist.

Qi Yan looked at his eyes full of complexity. Luo Han was too thin, in just a few days, he actually become like this.

Raising his head, he whispered to Father Luo and Mother Luo, who still hasn’t relaxed, “Uncle, Auntie, you two… first find the doctor to understand the situation, there is me here.”

“But…” Mother Luo wanted to say something but was stopped by Father Luo. He nodded to Qi Yan, and the vicissitudes of his face were full of sincerity, “Xiaoyan, will we temporarily trouble you.”

“It’s okay uncle…” After a pause, he lowered his head to look at Luo Han who closed his eyes, and there was a hint of pain in his eyes, “He is my best friend, this is what I should do.”

Father Luo didn’t speak anymore and walked out of the ward while hugging Mother Luo who was choked with sobs.

At the moment they left, Luo Han opened his eyes. His pupils that were in sharp contrast looked at Qi Yan without a blink, there are doubts in it.

“Who are you?”

This is the first sentence that Luo Han said to Qi Yan after his disappearance. For Qi Yan, it was too cruel.

There are a lot of words he wants to say, but his lips trembled. Those words didn’t shuttle through his mind in a sequence, and he couldn’t make a complete sentence.

“Who are you?”

Luo Han repeated it again.

Qi Yan pursed his lips, he looked pale. “You really don’t remember me?”

Luo Han ignored his words and changed a question, “What’s your name?”

Qi Yan took a deep breath and tried as much as he could to make his voice sound normal, “Qi Yan, my name is Qi Yan.”

“What is my name?”

“Luo Han. “Luo” from Luo deity and cold’s “Han”.”

“Who were those two people just now?”

“They are your parents. They love you very much.”

“How old am I?”

“Eighteen.”

“How about you.”

“Eighteen, five months younger than you.”

…

The two were resembling children, one asking question and the other answer.

Qi Yan looked at Luo Han tenderly, but in Luo Han’s eyes, Qi Yan was just a stranger.

After asking questions one by one, in the end Luo Han rested his head on Qi Yan’s thigh and looked at him straight.

“What is our relationship?”

As if didn’t expected that Luo Han would suddenly ask this question, Qi Yan was dumbfounded for a moment.

Two boys without a few unusual situations will not be suspected to have any odd relationship, not to mention Luo Han who has amnesia…

Yet he contrarily asked this.

In a split second, Qi Yan thought he remembered something. But when he met his still confused eyes, Qi Yan suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.

The next second, Qi Yan leaned over and printed his slightly trembling lips on Luo Han’s lips accurately.

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