After recognizing his own face, he took off the hospital gown and started to change clothes.
His chest was pale and clean, with nothing on it, and the tattoo that was previously on his left chest was gone.
It really seemed like what Qing Yi said, everything started from scratch.
"Xiaohan, are you done changing?"
Not even five minutes later, Qing Yi knocked on the door, feeling uneasy.
"Yes... I'm done."
Hearing Qing Yi's words, Mu Han, who felt unfamiliar with this world, instinctively assumed Qing Yi was urging him. He hurriedly put on his clothes, tidying up while going to open the door.
He was afraid of being too slow and making others unhappy.
Qing Yi watched as Mu Han hastily tidied his clothes and then cautiously looked at him. Standing before him, feeling at a loss, Qing Yi couldn't say what he felt inside.
He stepped forward, reached out to straighten Mu Han's collar, his eyes stinging with emotion.
