To The Lovely You

   Just 2 hours ago, Luo Yichen received an anonymous text message: [Luo Yichen, how do you feel about being cornered? 】

   And the last signature of this text message is - Ling Feng.

   The moment he saw the name, Luo Yichen's dark jade eyes tightened suddenly, and the fingertips holding the phone trembled.

  So, in fact, that night ten years ago, Ling Feng...was not dead. Not only did he not die, but he had been lingering on in this world, and he had always regarded his family as an enemy. For years, he hid his strength in dark corners, waiting for the day when he would avenge them.

  Luo Yichen typed a short line of text on the phone screen with trembling fingers: [What do you want. 】

  Lingfeng's text message quickly came back: [I don't want to do anything, I just want to watch your family go to destruction step by step, and despair step by step. Let's meet and you'll know more things you don't know. 】

  Luo Yichen's eyes fell heavily on the phone screen, and finally settled on the words "destroy" and "despair"...

   When he arrived at the appointed place, under the dim streetlights, stood a long black figure, who seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.

   It was a man in black clothes and a black cap, with his hands idly in his trouser pockets.

   He stood with his back to Luo Yichen's direction, the street lamp cast his cold shadow on the ground, looking a little weird in the cold winter night.

  Luo Yichen secretly clenched his fists and walked towards him step by step. A gust of cold wind blew through, messing up his bangs, revealing his pair of phoenix eyes that were as dark as night.

   seemed to sense his approach, and the man turned around slowly, slowly, like a slow motion movie, and finally stopped at a suffocating moment.

  Gu Mochen! Luo Yichen's heart skipped a beat, and the events that happened before were fast-forwarding in his mind like a movie scene. Everything seems to have an answer...

Capturing the flash of shock in his eyes, Gu Mochen's sullen eyes sank, and the corners of his mouth raised a cold arc: "Luo Yichen, don't you recognize me? We used to be together. Best playmate of childhood."

  Luo Yichen pursed his lips tightly, and his footsteps stopped about a meter away from him. He didn't speak, just looked at him with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to penetrate his whole being.

   The face of the man in front of him has bland features, so bland that it cannot leave any impression.

   These plain facial features are completely different from the look of the boy in my memory. If it is said that the only thing in him that is similar to that young man is the pair of eyes that understand everything, as if they are observing others and scrutinizing others all the time.

  Luo Yichen's clenched fists got tighter and tighter: that day, when he saw him for the first time in the auditorium, he keenly captured the familiar aura from him. However, he couldn't connect any shadow in his memory at all.

   It wasn't until I met him in the hotel elevator again that the sleeping memory was instantly awakened. However, that was just his guess.

  After the incident, he also asked someone to investigate Gu Mochen's details several times, but in the end he found nothing. Now that I think about it, Gu Mochen should have been prepared and disguised all his information so that no water leaked.

   "Are you surprised?" Gu Mochen seemed very satisfied with his response, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth gradually deepened, "I had plastic surgery a few years ago. By the way, I changed my name..."