At the hospital, the specialists ran a series of tests on Shen Ting, but none of the results showed any problems.
Shen Ting looked as though he were asleep, but they could not wake him.
In the end, he could only stay in the hospital for observation.
While Shen Ting lay unconscious, the memories in his mind seemed to have been unsealed. His memories from before he was ten played through his mind like a movie.
Shen Ting remembered. He was Shen Ting-to be precise, he was the Shen Ting of this world. When he fell from a horse at ten, he had been subjected to Soul Expulsion and Borrowing Luck. His soul had left his body and been exchanged with a soul from another world.
It was not until ten years later that he returned because of an accident.
Shen Ting watched his younger self before the age of ten, with his bright smile, parents who loved each other, and an older brother who adored him. Those ten years had been spent practically immersed in sweetness.
No wonder I know how to ride a horse. No wonder I like eating eggs. I was the real Shen Ting all along!
In the private hospital room, Shen Ting's eyelashes fluttered. Yan Yi, who had been sitting beside his bed all along, was the first to notice. He clasped Shen Ting's hand-the one without the IV-in both of his.
Shen Rui, Su Weiwang, and Shen Ting's father and mother were resting on the sofa with their eyes closed.
Shen Ting slowly opened his eyes, his gaze slightly vacant. Only after blinking did he come back to his senses.
"Little Treasure, you're finally awake!" Yan Yi rose slightly, bringing Shen Ting's hand to his lips and kissing it gently.
"I'm so hungry..." Shen