Xi Bo did not know what Zhuang Long was doing in that room. Because the house blocked his vision, the binoculars could not see what was happening in that room.

Seeing that Zhuang Long was still weak, Xi Bo suggested that he rest here tonight.

It was strange to live alone in that house at night. Zhuang Long thought about it and agreed.

There was only one floor of this sea view villa. The master’s bedroom was at the back. Standing by the bedroom window, he could see the coastline behind. Zhuang Long was resting in the guest room beside the master bedroom. It was still early and he could not sleep. He found Heber and expressed his desire to visit the house.

Afraid that Xi Bo did not hear him clearly, he specially pointed out his request to enter Xiao Li’s room to take a look. Zhuang Long thought that since he knew Xiao Li when she was young, he might be able to find a breakthrough from Xiao Li.

Xi Bo was a little surprised, but he did not show it.

Zhuang Long and Xiao Li’s relationship was not ordinary, so Xi Bo did not feel that Zhuang Long’s request was rude. He was not in a hurry to agree, but he did not reject it rashly either. He only replied in a businesslike manner, “This, I have to call and ask.”

Zhuang Long naturally had no objections.

Xi Bo walked to another house to make a call. Zhuang Long heard Heber pass his request to Xiao Li without changing a word. The person on the other end said a few words, and Xi Bo hung up. When he returned, Xi Bo had a faint smile on his face. He said to Zhuang Long, “Mr. Zhuang, Miss Lawson allows you to visit everything in this house.”

Zhuang Long raised his eyebrows and was very satisfied with this answer.

Hence, he really took the liberty to tour every scene in this house. He went to many houses except for the study. The study and bedroom were the most private places in the master’s house. Zhuang Long understood this etiquette.

However, he went into the bedroom without avoiding suspicion.

Perhaps in his subconscious, he could enter Xiao Li’s bedroom as he wished.

Xi Bo saw him enter the bedroom and did not stop him.

Xiao Li should not have come back often. The room was decorated elegantly and uniquely, but the bed and cloakroom were very empty. The bed was clean, and there was not even a blanket. The door of the closet was open, and Zhuang Long looked into the closet. There was not a single piece of clothing inside.

One look and he knew that Xiao Li had not been back for many years.

Zhuang Long stood behind the window of Xiao Li’s bedroom for a while. He stared at the coastline for a moment before turning around to look for something on the small bookshelf in the bedroom. Finally, Zhuang Long found what he wanted. It was a book. What attracted Zhuang Long’s attention was not the content of the book, but the photo sandwiched in the book.

Zhuang Long walked to the bed, held the book in his right hand, and placed it upside down. Zhuang Long shook the book in his hand. Immediately, seven or eight photos fell from the book to the mattress. Zhuang Long picked up the photos and placed them neatly together. Only then did he sit down by the bed and admire the photos.

Five to six photos were of a little boy.

The little boy was thin, and his black eyes were dark. He looked a little silent, but he looked a little obedient and cute. This person was Zhuang Long. Zhuang Long was only stunned for a moment before he was relieved to find his photo in Xiao Li’s book.

This proved that they did know each other when they were young.

Zhuang Long placed the photo he had seen aside and flipped to the seventh photo. This time, he actually saw himself when he was twelve or thirteen years old. At that time, not long after his adoptive mother passed away, his adoptive father was always on a business trip. He seemed to be living in a daze during that period of time. Now, he did not have a deep memory of that period of time.

Could it be that the second personality had been awake all that time?

The young man in the photo was ‘him’.

‘He’ was wearing a black shirt, and his long black hair was resting gently on both sides of his face. He looked at the camera coldly, and there was a girl’s reflection in his eyes. Zhuang Long was certain that this person was not him, but ‘him’.

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Only ‘he’ liked to wear black clothes.

In that case, ‘he’ and Xiao Li were really good in the past. Could they have been in love?

Zhuang Long was shocked by this thought.

If he had really dated Xiao Li, but he had forgotten about her later on, then he would really be a scumbag.

After admiring this photo a few times and confirming that it was ‘him’ and not him, Zhuang Long was still a little jealous. He had never been jealous of his other personality.

“Useless!”

She did not know who he was scolding.

After scolding him, Zhuang Long looked at the last photo. This time, the content of the photo finally changed. In the photo, there were three children. One was Zhuang Long, and the other two were girls. The two girls were wearing dresses. They had their hair draped over their shoulders. The younger one held Zhuang Long’s hand, and the older girl held a cup of water.

Zhuang Long’s gaze lingered on the two girls’ faces.

He realized that the two girls looked very similar.

They were definitely family!

Zhuang Long recalled that Fang Yusheng had said that Xiao Li had a biological sister who was more than a year older than her. Could the girl in the photo be Xiao Li’s sister?

He carefully looked at the appearance of the two of them. Gradually, a familiar figure appeared in his mind. It was Xiao Li. She walked against the night sky and strolled under the starry sky. She stepped on the grass and walked to his side. She squatted beside him and asked him what he was doing.

He said he was repenting.

Xiao Li asked him why he was repenting.

What did he answer at that time?

Zhuang Long could not remember again.

He turned the photo over and realized that there were words written on the back of the photo. They said, “Leave this place. The demon is targeting you. Don’t come looking for me again.” The handwriting was very young and it was impossible to tell who had written it. However, Zhuang Long’s intuition told him that this was his handwriting.

He had once written such a sentence himself.

He would kill him.

Who was this ‘he’?

Zhuang Long held the photo and could not help but mutter softly, “Leave this place. The demon is targeting you. Don’t come looking for me again…” He repeated it a few times and suddenly had a splitting headache. This time, his head was more intense than ever. Zhuang Long hugged his head and rolled on the mattress. In an instant, countless messy and scary memories came one after another, almost exploding his head.

After a few minutes, his aching head finally calmed down.

At this moment, he finally remembered everything and revealed the dark and heartbroken truth—

Robert Floyd graduated from Yale Medical School as a neurologist. After graduation, he worked here in California. Within a few years, he had become the most famous neurologist in California. Robert was young, but he had a beautiful Asian wife and a well-behaved and smart child.