I was badly hurt. I thought I was going to die.
Sometimes, being alive wasn't necessarily a good thing, and being dead wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
But heaven insisted on keeping me alive. It let me survive again.
When I woke up, I was already lying in a hospital, and the first people I saw were Meng Yifan and Song Xiaotian's dad.
Only then did I learn that I'd been unconscious for a full day and night.
Actually, my injuries weren't serious. I had no internal injuries, only external wounds. Combined with excessive blood loss and the psychological shock, they had left me unconscious for an entire day.
So when we went to rescue An Ning, that had already been last night.
Last night, when I'd driven alone to Du Ruhai's club, Song Xiaotian had immediately called his dad and asked for help.
But by the time his dad arrived with his men, everything was already over. All they did was take us to the hospital.
I lay in the hospital bed for a while, gathering myself, and remembered Du Yuwei's death, as well as the truth she'd revealed to me before she died.
But with Uncle Song there, I didn't say much.
Only now did I understand why Zhao Laoqi had always refused to tell me what my flaw was.
Now I knew. My flaw was... I wasn't Chen Mo. I was Li Fuguang.
But why did I look like Chen Mo? Maybe my dad... maybe Chen Guowen and the others had transferred my soul into Chen Mo's dead body.
I was certain Chen Mo was dead. I'd seen his corpse when I was little.
But I didn't know what method Chen Guowen and the others had used to give me Chen Mo's memories, make me lose my