Mo Han placed the album into the packed bag before turning around and gazing at Mu Zhu who seemed to be preoccupied.
"I will complete the rest, you can take a shower so that we can settle for dinner.." he dismissed him as he began packing the few things that were remaining.
"Okay.." Mu Zhu hummed lightly as he slowly walked away into the bathroom, he couldn't forget those images, there seemed to be something he didn't understand.
That was his mother's picture but of her younger self and beside her stood a young beautiful girl, who was she? Where did he get that picture? How did he know them?
His entire mind was occupied as he closed the bathroom door locked it and stood under the shower opening it as the cold water splashed onto his body wetting it entirely with all the clothes.
"Who was that girl Ma Juan was talking about and insinuating about their dreams? Could she be the one?" he mumbled as he closed his eyes trying to recall anything he might have forgotten but nothing.
