554 Please Leave Gu Mohan, Otherwise You Will Kill Him

That man was… him?

Gu Mohan's deep and narrow eyes were like an opened bottle of black ink - his eyes were so deep that the bottom could not be seen. He walked to the front, and stretched out his coarse finger to caress her and his faces in the photograph.

When did this happen?

Why was it that he did not remember anything?

Gu Mohan looked at this room. He felt that this room was foreign, yet familiar at the same time.

It seemed like he had been here before.

His head hurt.

His head really hurt.

There was a scene that appeared to be unfolding in his mind. Gu Mohan promptly lowered his head and clasped his hand to his forehead.

He shook his head. He thought that by shaking off the scene from his head, he would not be hurting.

At this moment, a patter of light footsteps could be heard. Someone had arrived.

Gu Mohan swiftly turned around and Tang Mo'er's delicate, ravishing face enlarged in his vision.