Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

He didn't know why he called this person, but when he heard the name, he called it that subconsciously.

He thought, he must have called him that before.

And I have called it many, many times, and I have called it so naturally when I hear the name.

No one responded to him, not even a single reply.

"Brother Mu Han..."

He plucked up his courage and called out again.

But it was still swallowed by darkness.

It seems that it was really his coma.

"Brother Mu Han."

"Brother Mu Han."

So he increased his voice and kept calling him, trying to wake him up.

However, with every call, the strange familiarity becomes stronger.

This made him more and more emotional.

"Brother Mu Han."

"Brother Mu Han."

He screamed louder and louder, and in the end he was almost out of control with a hysterical roar, and a heart-wrenching grief surged from his heart.

Tears gradually spread across his face.

"Woo, Brother Mu Han..."

The boy knelt to the ground, an inexplicable emotion exploded.

"Brother Mu Han..."

He didn't know why he was so sad.

I don't know if the drunkard who has been in a coma finally reacted after hearing the boy's shout.

When he was motionless on the hospital bed, he suddenly frowned slightly, as if he was suffering from something.

The frown was extremely small, but there was a real reaction.

And his small reaction did not make people notice...

"Brother Mu Han."

As the young man cried, a white light suddenly lit up in the distance, which was especially obvious in the endless darkness.

The white light is very small, only enough to illuminate the small piece around him, appearing so weak in the pitch black, as if it would be swallowed by the darkness at any time.

But not.

With the emergence of this beam of white light, countless dots of white light lit up like a light bulb.

The original darkness was swallowed, and the bunches of tiny white lights gathered together, and the tens of thousands of fluorescent lights all around suddenly became bright.

The boy was startled and raised his face full of tears.

The sudden brightness made the eyes a little too adaptable.

Just as the boy was stunned by what happened, a beam of white light nearby flickered.

Then a strange mirror image appeared.

In the mirror image, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy is holding a flaming red fox, carrying a half basket of herbs and walking down the mountain.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Although I like meat very much, I don't eat fox meat." The young boy's tender voice sounded crisply.

The boy kneeling on the ground stared at the picture in the mirror.

This young boy is still childish, handsome and handsome, with full of aura, and every eyebrow is particularly familiar.

It was Mu Han who was right.

And this scene is so familiar.

"Don't kick your leg. I finally stopped the bleeding. After a while, the bleeding came again. I know you hurt, but if you kick it, it will hurt even more." Xiao Mu Han's voice sounded again.

The boy looked at the little red fox in his arms.

This fox... isn't he himself...?

Although he has no memory, he doesn't even know what he is called, but he naturally recognizes his true form.

This is Mu Han’s inner world, which is naturally Mu Han’s memory...

The young man's heart was shaken.

They really knew each other.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay. My master is very good. He will definitely heal you. If you hurt, call it out. I have never heard of a fox."