"...... Uproar"

"Ha, ha......"

He picked up a handful of water with both hands and splashed it on his face, and after a moment of coldness, he gasped slightly in his mouth, and opened his eyes to look at himself in the mirror.

A little drop of water stuck to the eyebrows that seemed to have been repaired, and there were still some droplets of water flowing down on his handsome cheeks, and his eyes looked a little red, and his thin lips, which looked quite bright red at this time, were slightly open, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the corners of his slightly upturned mouth seemed to have a little evil arc......

"Whew-"

Straightening up, Han Yu exhaled a little from his mouth, and then took down a towel from the shelf next to him to wipe his hands, while still staring at himself in the mirror, his eyes seemed to be flashing with very complicated emotions.

"Smack. ”

After turning off the lights in the bathroom, Han Yu slowly walked back to his room, and then fell backwards on the bed all of a sudden.

Looking at the ceiling intently, Han Yu's expression was very strange, he was quite unhappy for a while, and he couldn't help but smile for a while...... He was reminiscing about the events of last night.

Yuna ......

When the ** fawn-like delicate face flashed in his mind, his slender and good-looking palms quietly clenched, Han Yu's brows wrinkled tightly, his chest was uncomfortable for a while, and the heart-wrenching distress and self-blame in his heart still couldn't stop pouring out.

"Whew-"

Shaking his head and temporarily dismissing the other distractions in his mind, Han Yu sat up with a slight frown, reached out and rubbed his face, and exhaled from his mouth again.

His deep eyes looked at the empty front with a little stunned, and Han Yu's heart still had a lot of chaotic emotions mixed together at this time, which made his whole person in a very confused state.

Han Yu didn't know what the situation was like after other amnesiac people regained their memories, but he felt that his own situation should be the most unique and special one.

What contributed to the recovery of Han Yu's memory this time, he himself didn't know, this was not a matter of concern to him at the moment, the point he was concerned about was ...... This recovered memory.

Han Yu didn't fully recover his memory, or rather, he only recovered a small part of his memory, he remembered all the memories of himself between the ages of five and sixteen, but about the rest of the time, he didn't remember the slightest bit.

This can't be described as angry and stomping his feet for Han Yu, it's like buying a lottery ticket for a long time, and finally winning it once, but it turned out to be the second prize, and the first prize passed by like this, and the next time I will have this kind of luck, I don't know when it will be.

However, this is only something that needs to be postponed and then frustrated, and what Han Yu cares about most is still about what he remembers.

In that memory that he remembered, Kim Zhiyu, no, maybe I should say him, his name is not Kim Zhiyu, but Lin Yunyu......

Last night, that person was Han Yu, yes, but it can also be said that he is not Han Yu.

To use a more apt analogy, when two different colors of water are poured into the same cup, the reaction is the most intense and obvious at the beginning.

Han Yu was in this situation yesterday, when the memory sealed in the depths of his mind leaked out, he was inevitably affected by the memories that exploded in his mind, no, it can't be said to be affected, because now is his thing.

It's just that the emotional infection at that moment made him forget everything else even if he remembered that he was Han Yu, and in his eyes and heart, he only remembered the girl who was hurt by himself like that in just a few days, and was hurt by another girl with his own life......

"Hah...... Ha ......"

As soon as he thought of this, Han Yu's chest couldn't help but feel as uncomfortable as suffocation, he raised his hand and grabbed his heart, frowned slightly, panting lightly, the good-looking eyes under his eyebrows were surging with a very complex emotion, which seemed to be full of distress, and seemed to have a feeling of being very strange because of something sudden.

It's amazing, it's weird, it's strange, it's ...... Familiar.

This is how Han Yu feels at the moment.

In fact, Han Yu had imagined before, what would happen if he regained his memory, what kind of state would he be in?

He has imagined many situations, such as Jin Zhiyu really leaving a lot of trouble, such as Jin Zhiyu is not as complicated as he thought, he is just an ordinary person.

However, all, all the situations, Han Yu is based on the premise that even if he recovers his memory, he can still watch coldly and stay out of the matter.

For Han Yu, Jin Zhiyu's memory is not important, he can get what he wants to know from Jin Zhiyu's memory, and at the same time, he can get Jin Zhiyu's memory, so that he can be regarded as truly integrated with Jin Zhiyu. However, he doesn't have to recover his memory, he is doing well now, and no one stipulates that if a person has amnesia and has forgotten his past, then this person can no longer be regarded as himself.

So how to say it, Han Yu attaches importance to Jin Zhiyu, no, it should be said that he values his own lost memory, but he doesn't pay attention to it either, because without this, he can still live a good life.

However, Han Yu never thought that after he recovered his memory, it would be such a situation.

How to put it, just like he felt, really...... It's magical, it's weird, it's complicated, and ...... It's familiar.

When the memory exploded, Han Yu really realized that his previous thoughts were ...... It can't be said to be naïve, but it's too subjective.

Han Yu has always thought that even if his memory is restored, the reason why he will still not be affected is that he thinks that it is not his own personal experience, so even if it is memory recovery, he can still maintain himself, just like a spectator, watching a movie where the protagonist seems to be him, but it is not him.

But it wasn't until it actually happened that he realized that he was wrong, completely wrong.

That memory burst out, and its place in his mind was not to divide another area, which was clearly distinguishable from his original memory, but ...... Merge with everything you are!

Strange, familiar.

When Han Yu finally came back to his senses from the emotions that erupted at the beginning, these two simple but seemingly extremely complex emotions began to intertwine in his heart, making his brain seem to be a mess, he found that he was not lost in himself, he knew that he was Han Yu, but he couldn't tell the difference, in his memory, that stubborn figure from childhood to adulthood, was it, it was also him......

Moreover, what made Han Yu entangled was not only the impact of this recovered memory on his own thoughts, but also the content of the memory.

To be honest, Han Yu himself didn't know that he was watching, no, it should be said that after he was familiar with this memory, he didn't know what kind of feeling he had in his heart.

This memory, huh...... How to say it, there is a little sadness, but it is very warm and happy, except for some unnecessary contradictions in Han Yu's current opinion, this is a very happy time.

Well, very happy.

"Huh. ”

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn upward, and Han Yu's eyes suddenly became extremely soft, but even the slight change in his emotions at this moment was still captured by Han Yu himself.

His face changed slightly, but Han Yu didn't deliberately change the expression on his face to a serious one immediately, the corners of his mouth were still upturned, but there were many more complicated emotions in that expression.

Blinking slowly, Han Yu took a deep breath, looked down at his palm, shook it, and felt the sense of power coming from his hand.

Every time Han Yu was distressed by Jin Zhiyu's affairs, he always liked to watch his hands into fists, and he thought that he liked to do this because it reminded him that it was different now, and his life was full of hope.

However, at this time, Han Yu realized that the reason why he did this was not because of this, but because whenever he did this, his subconscious would tell him......

This body is not yours!

On the one hand, he wants to accept everything about this body, let himself be him, no, let himself be him, but on the other hand, in his subconscious, he is refusing to accept it.

This can be seen from his previous thoughts on recovering his memory, and until now, he had thought about problems from the perspective of an outsider.

Han Woo...... You're such a despicable fellow......"

Looking at his palms in a daze, Han Yu squinted his eyes slightly, and muttered a sentence in Chinese for the first time in his mouth, in his eyes, there was coldness, and there was also a sudden awakening after waking up.

In fact, to put it very simply, aside from many other questions, Han Yu now has only one primary question - he, does he accept or refuse?

Is he going to accept everything that becomes Lim Yoon-woo, or is he going to reject it?

And this question, even if he does superficial work, he already has an answer in his heart. What's more, in his heart now, he can't resist at all.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and Han Yu's face finally showed a smile again, and after this tidying, he finally had a conclusion in his heart.

It's just that, in this way, he is busy.

Han Yu always knew that there should be a woman in his memory, but he didn't expect that there was not only her, but also them, and many, many people......

"Hey, an ancient ......"

Sighing in annoyance or not, Han Yu leaned back on the bed with a hint of a wry smile on his lips that seemed to be a little relaxed.

Yoona, Yoon-jin, and ......

"Stinky old man...... Heh......"

Looking at the ceiling with intent, Han Yu whispered a sentence in his mouth, and then he couldn't help but smile again, this time there was a lot of trouble in his smile, and ...... A joy of being reborn like a shell.

This is the real integration.