Shen Mo woke up in a warm embrace the next day. He didn’t know how he fell asleep that night, and he rolled into that person’s arms again without realizing it.

　　The man woke up earlier than him, bent down and kissed the top of his head, and said, “I have to work overtime these two days, so I can take a day off on the weekend and take you out for a walk.”

　　This weekend is Shen Mo’s birthday.

　　Shen Mo’s heart moved, but he remained silent in his arms.

　　The man continued, “Do you remember a painting you once drew? It was of your dream home.”

　　Shen Mo said absentmindedly, “Really? I don’t remember.”

　　Paintings like this with clear themes were probably his exercises in school. Even he himself couldn’t remember them clearly, so how would others know?

　　But the man gently hugged him and said firmly: “Yes, of course.”

　　His chest was pressed against Shen Mo’s back, and their heartbeats seemed to overlap.

　　Shen Mo almost wanted to indulge in such warmth. But after the man got up to go to work, he still washed up and went to the hospital. He went to see the doctor he usually saw, and the result of the examination showed that his condition was well controlled, but he still had to take medicine.

　　Shen Mo asked carefully: “With this disease… is it possible to recognize the wrong person?”

　　The doctor gave a very conservative answer: “People who have suffered severe psychological trauma may choose to escape from themselves and forget some things and some people. As for whether they will recognize the wrong person, it depends on the specific situation.”

　　When Shen Mo heard this, he already had some guesses in his mind.

　　He did lose some of his memory. What happened that made him unable to even remember Zhou Yang’s face? He might even mistake a stranger for Zhou Yang.

　　The most direct way was to ask that person for confirmation, but that person had to work overtime for the next few days, leaving home early and returning late every day, so Shen Mo didn’t even see him.

　　It was not until Friday night that he came back early. As soon as they met, he asked Shen Mo: “Do you want to order a cake tomorrow?”

　　Still remember his birthday.

　　Shen Mo shook his head and said, “No need, I can just cook a few more dishes tomorrow.”

　　He glanced at the man’s face and deliberately asked, “What kind of food do you like?”

　　The man didn’t care and just casually named a few dishes.

　　Shen Mo secretly compared it and found that it was not Zhou Yang’s favorite dish. The truth was already clear, but he hesitated and did not dare to expose him immediately.

　　In order to free up one day, the man squeezed several days’ work into one, and by this time he hadn’t finished yet, so he took out his laptop to send emails.

　　Shen Mo sat beside him and watched quietly. He had also looked at the man’s profile like this many nights before, thinking about how to compose the picture.

　　And he didn’t have time to paint the picture.

　　Shen Mo felt sad and finally called him out: “Zhou Yang!”

　　The man paused and slowly raised his head. He did not respond, but just glanced at Shen Mo, his dark eyes were dark and cold like a snowy winter night, and it went straight into Shen Mo’s heart.

　　Shen Mo’s heart felt like it was being held by a cold hand, and pain spread from his bones. He heard himself say in a hoarse voice: “You are not Zhou Yang.”

　　The man remained silent.

　　The living room was quiet, with only the ticking of the wall clock. Shen Mo had never known time to pass so slowly. Then the man closed his laptop, loosened his tie, and said openly, “Yes, of course I am not.”

　　Shen Mo had already prepared himself mentally, but after hearing these words, his ears still buzzed and he was unable to recover for a long time.

　　The man stood up from the sofa, walked up to him and called him: “Shen Mo?”

　　He reached out to touch his face.

　　Shen Mo was startled and reflexively dodged.

　　The man’s hand froze in mid-air, and he withdrew it after a while.

　　Shen Mo looked up and asked him: “Since you are not Zhou Yang, why are you pretending to be him?”

　　”I’m pretending to be Zhou Yang?” The man snorted, as if he was about to laugh, and said, “Didn’t you recognize the wrong person first?”

　　Shen Mo was speechless. In his impression, he had indeed mistaken that person for Zhou Yang. He vaguely remembered that the other party had denied it several times, but how could a sick person be rational?

　　”You can just leave me alone and let me die, or be kind and just throw me into the hospital. Why bother pretending to be Zhou Yang?”

　　The man held Shen Mo’s hand. Shen Mo’s right hand was injured. Although it has healed, there are still some marks. The man gently stroked the scars and said, “At first, I was afraid that you would starve to death in the house, so I came to see you occasionally. Later, I knew that you had a stubborn temper, so I became even more worried. Later…”

　　Shen Mo asked: “What happened next?”

　　The man pressed his hand to his lips, as if kissing him, and stared at Shen Mo and said, “Don’t you really know? Why should I stay with you?”

　　Shen Mo seemed to realize something and whispered, “Don’t say it…”

　　But the man had already leaned over and kissed his lips: “Because I like you, Shen Mo.”

　　Shen Mo uttered a “hmm” and quickly escaped from the kiss. He retreated again and again, and soon his back was against the wall, and the man approached him and held him in his arms.

　　The man played with his hair with his fingers and said, “Dr. Tang called me a few days ago, and I guessed that you would soon recover.”

　　The doctor who treated Shen Mo was named Tang. Shen Mo then realized that he knew everything and was just pretending to be calm.

　　”It’s good to wake up. You can’t live in memories forever.” The man softened his tone and said, “Shen Mo, pack your things and come with me.”

　　Shen Mo was stunned. “Go? Where to?”

　　The man smiled, and nuzzled closer, with an indescribable lingering scent, and said, “You’ll know when you get there.”

　　Shen Mo used to like this kind of smile of his the most.

　　No, no, no, at that time he thought he was Zhou Yang, but now, he was just a stranger without even a name.

　　Shen Mo closed his eyes and said, “No, I can’t leave.”

　　”Why?”

　　”I’m going to stay here and wait for Zhou Yang.”

　　These words came out of his mouth without thinking, and after he finished speaking, he watched the smile in the man’s eyes fade.

　　”Zhou Yang is abroad, and you broke up a long time ago.”

　　Shen Mo didn’t have this part of his memory, but he shook his head subconsciously, “No, Zhou Yang and I are just separated temporarily.”

　　The man was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked: “Shen Mo, what about me?”

　　Shen Mo’s heart trembled, as if he was immersed in half-cold and half-hot sea water, floating up and down without being able to touch the shore, but he continued: “I thought you were Zhou Yang… The person I love has always been Zhou Yang…”

　　Before he could finish his words, the man blocked his mouth with his lips.

　　Different from the light kiss just now, this time he kissed fiercely and urgently, quickly occupying Shen Mo’s mouth, as if he wanted to snatch away the air in his lungs, leaving no space at all.

　　Shen Mo thought he was going to be killed by him in this way. He couldn’t help but struggle and bit the man’s mouth with all his strength.

　　The smell of rust permeated between their entangled lips and teeth. The man just groaned, without even moving, still holding his shoulder and kissing him.

　　Shen Mo tried to escape a little and called out vaguely: “Zhou Yang——”

　　The man suddenly stopped.

　　His lips were still pressed against Shen Mo’s, and he seemed to tremble slightly. After a while, he slowly withdrew. As expected, his lips were bitten by Shen Mo, leaving a little bright red blood, which made his face look even paler.

　　Shen Mo had never seen him in such a miserable state.

　　But he quickly covered it up. He released his hand that was restraining Shen Mo, his expression returned to normal, and even his voice was calm and restrained, saying: “Yes, the person you love is Zhou Yang.”

　　He wiped the blood off his lips, stood up and asked, “Is it inconvenient for me to stay tonight?”

　　Shen Mo didn’t know how to answer. As time went by, the person next to him suddenly changed. Who knew what to do? He was in a mess.

　　The man nodded and said to himself, “Of course you won’t go with me. I’m the one who should go.”

　　He had a really good demeanor and was not angry at all. He calmly put away the laptop on the table as usual, opened the door and walked out.

　　Shen Mo’s feet moved on their own, and he chased for a few steps before stopping at the door.

　　He didn’t even know who that person was, so how could he follow him in a daze? At least he had to recover his previous memories and figure out what happened between him and Zhou Yang.

　　Shen Mo sat back on the sofa alone.

　　It was raining outside, and the sound of rain was rustling. This house was originally decorated by him and Zhou Yang, but now there was another person’s shadow everywhere.

　　After an unknown amount of time, Shen Mo heard the doorbell ring again. He rushed over to open the door, and the man who had returned was standing outside.

　　Shen Mo was stunned for a moment.

　　The man must have come by car, but for some reason he got caught in the rain and was soaked all over, with even the ends of his hair dripping with water. His eyes also seemed to be soaked by the rain, and he just stared at Shen Mo solemnly.

　　Shen Mo opened his mouth but no sound came out.

　　The man did not come into the room, but just grabbed Shen Mo’s hand and stuffed a beautifully wrapped box into his hand. “The gift was prepared a long time ago, and I wanted to take you to see it in person…”

　　The sound of rain was so loud that his voice seemed to be blocked by a layer and did not sound real.

　　”You can go and see it yourself, or…”

　　He approached Shen Mo with a mist all over his body.

　　Shen Mo did not avoid it this time.

　　The person was so close to him that it seemed like he would kiss him in the next second, but in the end he did nothing. He just whispered, “Or just pretend you never received it. Then I will understand your heart.”

　　Shen Mo found that the box in his hand was warm and dry. It was raining so hard that he didn’t know where the man had hidden the things.

　　He held this early birthday gift as if he was holding someone’s heart.