Blind Beast
In that photo, He Juan and the male foreigner were standing face-to-face, talking, in a certain port with the background of cargo ships behind them. He Juan was wearing a pristine white suit, with a dark blue suit jacket draped over his shoulders, his hair was similar in length as now. He had a casual, almost languid smile on his face; seven parts indifference and three parts cordiality. It was evident that this was not their first meeting. Instead, they looked more like… business partners or something.
He Juan stared at his own face in the photo and felt like he could not recognize himself. He had never seen this foreigner before in his life, so the only possibility was that this photo… had been taken before he lost his memory.
More than seven years ago. The life He Juan thought he had lost forever.
This was the first time he had seen a photograph of himself from the past. Alas… never had he expected that it would be under this kind of situation.