When Zhang Qiling woke up, he was facing a completely unfamiliar ceiling.
He touched the warm blanket covering him and glanced at the poster of a female star on the wall, confirming that this was not his residence.
The need for the process of elimination came because Zhang Qiling realized he couldn’t remember what his own place looked like. He lay flat on the bed, his black eyes wide open, and after two minutes, he accepted the fact that he couldn’t recall his name or identity.
A simple and powerful conclusion unfolded before him: he had lost his memory.
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