"Old Liang," Ji Shiting suddenly said. "Is your surname really Liang?"
Old Liang paused for a bit and said, "Of course."
"What's your full name?"
"I don't remember."
"Really?" Ji Shiting smiled. "Do you remember the name Ji Ziliang?"
Old Liang's hand trembled. He looked up at him and lowered his head. "I don't remember."
"I didn't have time to jump out of the car that day, and I fell off the bridge with the car. I thought I could escape, but the huge impact made me unconscious. If it weren't for you, I would've died." Ji Shiting smiled. "I haven't had the chance to thank you."
"You don't need to thank me." Old Liang turned around and left.
"Although most of your face is disfigured, I found you very familiar the moment I saw you," Ji Shiting said. "Besides, don't you think our eyes are very similar?"
The only feature that was intact on Old Liang's face was his eyes.
