The young woman was exceedingly lovely, and her kiss unbelievably sweet, but Qiao Wei remained as clueless as he was before the kiss.
Eventually, the one person who could provide him with some clarity arrived.
Though his youthful features could deceive the unwary, the man's bearing and commanding presence betrayed a depth of experience and authority that transcended his years. Qiao Wei's intuition proved true; this man was no ordinary individual.
And yet, when he spoke to Qiao Wei, his facial expression was amicable and his tone was gentle.
"Qiao Wei, how are you feeling?" He asked as he dragged a chair to Qiao Wei's bedside and sat on top of it.
"I feel relatively fine, but I cannot remember anything. Or anyone," Qiao Wei said openly.
The other man nodded in apprehension.
