Chapter 2 - True or False

Chapter 2: True or False

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

“Our staff has already notified your family.” The nurse comforted Han Mingxu kindly. “You are truly a miracle. The doctor had announced that you would be a vegetable for the rest of your life. We didn’t expect you to wake up.”

He raised the corners of his mouth and unleashed a charming grin. The room was instantly filled with hormones because of his handsome smiling face, “It was your magic that woke me up. Without your care, I might not wake up.”

Since he was in a coma for two years, his voice was hoarse. However, with the hospital bed as the background, the whole picture was incredibly beautiful at least in the eyes of the nurse. The man who just woke up, although with a sickly posture, was extremely enchanting.

Bang…

The door was rudely pushed open. A middle-aged couple whom Han Mingxu did not recognize came in.

“Qinghao… Qinghao, you are awak,…is this for real?” It was the middle-aged woman who rushed up first and hugged him excitedly. Then, he felt several moist drops slid down his face. He knew it was her tears. “Qinghao, my poor boy, you nearly scared me to death.”

The woman was still crying. Unexpectedly, he felt a little sentimental, wondering if the soul of this body was still in.

“Excuse me…” Being held too tightly by the woman, he felt suffocated. He pushed her away when he had accumulated some strength. “Excuse me?”

“He wakes up?” The door was pushed open again before Han Mingxu could finish his words. However, he never thought the man who came in would give him such a huge shock. That man’s face was exactly the same as his!

“I didn’t expect you to wake up after two years of sleep. Such a miracle.” The man with Han Mingxu’s face said and walked gracefully with his slender legs to the front of the sickbed. “Sorry, it was my bad to have kept you lying on bed for two years. I’m so sorry.” The gentle voice and smiling face announced that he was a born prince.

Confusion was flashing through the mind of the Han Mingxu in sickbed. Will the soul in his own body…be Qinghao’s? If so, the man had no reason to say so. But if not? No, no, no, no, this was impossible by all means.

“Are you all right?” He did not say anything, making the guy with Han Mingxu’s face a little bit confused. “Don’t you remember me?” Looking at the sick staring at himself, the man with Han Mingxu’s face smiled.

“I… I… who am I?” Nothing could do a better disguise than pretending to be losing memory.