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He never expected that after countless days and nights, the name of this remote place he tried to forget would echo in his ears once again.
For him, it was like the source of all nightmares, a Pain he was unwilling to touch.
Moreover, he searched his memories carefully but could not recall ever having met someone like Jiang Ming.
He scrutinized Jiang Ming from head to toe. The man before him stood tall, easily reaching a height of nearly 1.9 meters. His broad shoulders exuded strength, while his narrow waist gave him a long and athletic appearance. His face was strikingly handsome, like a meticulously crafted work of art.
If he had ever encountered such an outstanding figure, he should have some impression of him.
"Where have I seen you before? In a place as remote as Dongjun, I don't remember dealing with someone like you."
Yan Qing quickly reined in his expression; the fleeting emotional turmoil in his eyes vanished in an instant, returning to the calm demeanor he usually wore, as inscrutable as a deep pool, making it difficult to discern his true thoughts.
Jiang Ming never anticipated that those seemingly romantic words would pierce through him like an arrow. His eyes widened in shock, round and bright like two copper bells.
The corners of his mouth, which had been slightly upturned, now pressed together tightly, as if pulled down by an invisible force, giving him a somewhat aggrieved appearance, resembling a small dog unjustly scolded by its owner.
"I’m Ming Ming, don’t you really remember me?"
Jiang Ming's voice was clear and pleasant, yet it struck Yan Qing's mind like a heavy blow.
"Ming Ming?"
Yan Qing murmured to himself, staring at the tall man before him, momentarily lost in thought.
He furrowed his brow, pondering to himself, "Why does this name sound like green tea?"
Ming Ming? How could he forget? He distinctly remembered having a friend who was 1.9 meters tall with that name.
Jiang Ming searched his mind for fragments of memory related to "Ming Ming."
However, his thoughts suddenly drifted to a familiar corner of his hometown. He seemed to recall having taken care of a stray cat there, and that cat might have had the same name.
He remembered the cat had soft fur and would affectionately rub against his pant leg every time it saw him. But later, that cat seemed to have vanished, and he lamented its absence for several days.
"Could it be that he is that cat?" An absurd thought surged in Yan Qing's mind.
At that time, he had no idea that there were such magical beings as Ability Users in this world, nor did he know that the cat had actually transformed into a spirit.
He scrutinized Jiang Ming again, shaking his head inwardly. "But he doesn't look like Ming Ming at all."
Yan Qing's strange gaze roamed over Jiang Ming's face and body. Jiang Ming knew that Yan Qing seemed to be recalling what he used to look like.
"My appearance has changed significantly since then; it's understandable if you don't recognize me. After all, we haven't seen each other for ten years," Jiang Ming tried to explain.
Suddenly, Yan Qing felt as if something had struck him hard in the heart. "No way? Could he really be the stray cat I once took care of?"
Once this thought emerged, it grew wildly in his mind like a rampant weed.
Jiang Ming seemed to see through Yan Qing's thoughts. He took a deep breath and slowly said, "I am that stray cat. However, I was severely injured at the time and had no choice but to take on this form. Moreover, I was only one year old back then and couldn't remember many things. You were the person I remembered most vividly."
"One year old?" Yan Qing couldn't help but laugh, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. His laughter echoed in the air.
"Jiang Ming, even if you are an Ability User, your age and human growth patterns are generally similar. How could it be so outrageous? Don't tell me you're only 11 years old this year."
Yan Qing and Jiang Ming locked eyes, Jiang Ming's gaze unwavering and resolute.
Gradually, the smile on Yan Qing's face faded. He looked into Jiang Ming's sincere eyes and felt a flicker of unease rise within him. "Are you telling the truth?"
"I am," Jiang Ming replied earnestly, nodding with a glimmer in his eyes that brooked no doubt.
After a moment, Yan Qing realized that the water in the cup he had been holding had gone cold. The chill seeped through the glass into his palm, mirroring the coldness that was spreading in his heart.
Instinctively, he brought the cup to his lips and took a sip of the icy water. The cold liquid slid down his throat, sending a shiver through him that he couldn't suppress.
"So you came to Z City for another reason—to find me?"
Yan Qing's gaze was fixed on Jiang Ming, filled with both confusion and a hint of anticipation.
Jiang Ming nodded slowly, his movement deliberate and firm, as if responding to a solemn promise.
His eyes were clear and sincere, showing no signs of evasion.
Yan Qing continued to probe, his brow slightly furrowed and his expression sharpening. "If that's the case, since I saved your life, can you tell me how an 11-year-old like you looks..." As he spoke, Yan Qing's gaze slowly traveled upward, as if assessing a perfect work of art.
Jiang Ming stood up in response. His tall figure seemed to carry an invisible weight as he rose.
As a result, Yan Qing's originally level gaze turned into an upward glance; he had to tilt his head back to meet Jiang Ming's eyes.
"Just tell me how you got so tall. At eleven years old, standing at 1.9 meters, did you get injured or were you injected with some kind of serum?" Yan Qing's voice carried a hint of significance, as he sought the answer.
Jiang Ming's lips curled slightly, revealing a bitter smile as he slowly replied, "I am a test subject of the Gene Ability User Creation Project."
His voice was low, and that brief statement detonated like a bomb in the air, laden with shocking revelations.
The cup in Yan Qing's hand suddenly slipped from his grasp, producing a crisp sound that echoed in the quiet bedroom. The noise felt particularly jarring in the stillness, as if it shattered some delicate balance.
The cup fell to the ground, spilling water everywhere and scattering glass shards, mirroring Yan Qing's fragmented and chaotic thoughts at that moment.
"The Gene Ability User Creation Project? That plan proposed by that Madwoman fifteen years ago?"
Yan Qing's eyes widened in disbelief.
His lips trembled slightly as horrifying rumors about that project involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
This project was known worldwide; it was a nightmare etched deeply into the hearts of everyone aware of the Ability Users.
Anyone who knew about this plan felt a profound sense of fear and anger whenever it was mentioned.
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