The room was simple, with old furnishings, and even the wooden bed under Yu Xing was hard and uncomfortable, not very friendly for an injured person.

The girl was not tall, with a pale and thin face. She sat on a small stool, with a man and a woman standing a little further behind her, both looking unwell, as if they had just been arguing.

The man was strong and sturdy, and the woman had broad shoulders, looking like they were used to working in the fields.

Seeing Yu Xing wake up, the man's expression softened, and he spoke to Yu Xing in a tone that wouldn't startle him, "Awake? How do you feel?"

"I...hurt...so hungry..." At this moment, Yu Xing only felt these two sensations most strongly. He looked weakly at the man, his eyes filled with longing for food.

"Go and get him a bowl of porridge," the man turned to the woman.

It was unclear what the two of them had been arguing about just now, but after Yu Xing woke up, they both tacitly stopped talking and showed a certain kindness to Yu Xing.

The woman glanced at Yu Xing, smiled at him, and then turned and left.

The man walked to Yu Xing's bedside, helped him sit up, and was very careful to avoid the bandaged areas.

"Son, he's seriously injured..." The little girl agilely jumped up to give her father a place to sit, and she stood by, craning her neck to watch. "Can't move at all."

Yu Xing: Who said I can't.

The man patted the girl's head, and asked Yu Xing with concern, "You're probably still confused now, don't worry. You fainted at my doorstep, and we brought you in and bandaged you up."

Yu Xing blinked, looked down, and now he was fine except for his face. Other parts of his body were more or less bandaged, like half a mummy.

"Thank you..." His throat was dry, and even his voice was hoarse and difficult to distinguish, as if his vocal cords might break at any moment.

The man picked up a cup from the side, "Have some water first."

Yu Xing's arm hurt even when he moved, but he struggled to take the cup by himself, lowered his head, and drank the water.

The cool sensation moistened his throat, and Yu Xing's expression relaxed slightly. He noticed that the little girl had been staring at him.

After a while, the little girl couldn't help but ask, "Big brother, how did you get injured?"

How did he get injured?

Yu Xing was stunned.

He frowned and thought for a long time, "I...don't know."

"Attacked?" The man glanced at him, "I usually hunt, and I've seen many wild animals in the mountains. At a glance, I can tell that these wounds are man-made. Hmm...were you kidnapped and escaped from the mountain valley yourself?"

Yu Xing widened his eyes in surprise. As a man, who would think of being kidnapped first?

"Big brother is handsome. My mother said that some wealthy families with abnormal tastes would buy people like big brother." The little girl was straightforward, and the man smiled awkwardly, unable to stop her.

"Don't mind her."

"I don't mind." Yu Xing shook his head, looking even more confused.

Because he found that he didn't remember what he looked like...

No, not just his appearance—

The man sat down on the small stool, looking less imposing, and the little girl stood next to him, pinching the man's clothes, obedient and cute. The man asked again, "Hey, young man, I'm Old Zhang, and this is my daughter Mai Mai. What's your name?"

"I don't remember." Yu Xing said.

"What?" Old Zhang was stunned.

"I...I don't remember anything." Yu Xing tightened his grip on the cup, feeling at a loss and lowered his head.

His appearance, name, past, where he came from, why he was injured, he didn't remember any of it.

"Why did you lose your memory? Did you hurt your brain? Maybe I missed it because your hair was too long." Old Zhang reached out to pull Yu Xing's hair, and Yu Xing dodged uneasily, but he thought he had dodged, but in reality, it was as if he hadn't moved at all in the eyes of others.

However, he then realized that "hair too long" was not an exaggeration, as his hair was indeed very long, and Old Zhang picked up a strand, estimating that it reached his waist.

"The porridge is here." Just then, the woman came in with a bowl and saw this scene. "What's wrong?"

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"Mom, big brother has amnesia!" Mai Mai bounced over, and Yu Xing, smelling the aroma of the porridge, couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Drink up." The woman handed him the bowl, then turned to ask Old Zhang, "How did he lose his memory?"

Old Zhang shook his head, "I don't know, maybe he was frightened."

He looked at the long-haired, handsome amnesiac "mummy" wolfing down the porridge in his house, and he was also worried.

How should this be handled?

Yu Xing was not in good spirits, his body was seriously injured, and he was unsettled by the news of his amnesia, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Old Zhang and his wife and daughter left the room and discussed what to do.

Yu Xing slept very restlessly.

He had many, many dreams, and everything in the dreams was fragmented. No matter how hard he tried to remember, it always ended with a splitting headache.He only knew that he shouldn't be here, that he shouldn't have been saved.

"Ah!" Another terrifying dream made Yu Xing cry out as he opened his eyes.

Sunlight was on his face; it was already daylight.

The moment he opened his eyes, the dream was forgotten, leaving only palpitations and sorrow lingering in his heart for a long time. He raised his hand to wipe his face, ending up with a hand full of tears.

"Did I cry?" Yu Xing was startled.

He sat up and found that it didn't hurt as much as the last time he woke up.

He was shirtless, with only layers of white bandages covering his torso, and he was wearing what seemed to be Old Zhang's old clothes, which were a bit too large, but the pant legs were too short.

Yu Xing fell into deep thought.

It seemed that he had been injured and fallen unconscious at Old Zhang's doorstep, picked up and given simple treatment, but had lost his memory.

What did he do before? Where was he from? The strangest thing was that he subconsciously thought men shouldn't have long hair, and seeing that Old Zhang also had short hair, where did his own hair come from?

And who had inflicted such serious injuries on him?

After pondering for a while, he rolled out of bed.

Perhaps his injuries weren't that severe after all. Yu Xing walked barefoot, and aside from intermittent pain, he moved quite freely.

"Old Zhang?" After not hearing Old Zhang's voice for a while, he called out.

No response.

Yu Xing felt a bit strange. When he had no memory at all, it was Old Zhang's family of three that had given him some sense of security. Now that he woke up and didn't see them, he couldn't help wanting to look for them.

"Why is there so much dust here..." As he walked to the door, Yu Xing's brow furrowed. The soles of his feet were dirty after a few steps on the ground. On closer inspection, the door and walls were also covered in dust, as if no one had lived there for a long time.

Pushing the door open, Yu Xing was stunned.

He saw an abandoned village.