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Chapter 368 Facing the Sun?

Once the man was completely driven away and the commotion at the door gradually subsided, Shen Li's expression turned serious, a hint of disorientation appearing between her brows.

Ming Xiangyang —

They have different temperaments.

His men walked over quickly.

When his gaze fell on Shen Li's face, a familiar dull pain welled up in his heart. Looking at her pale and tense face, he felt an overwhelming heartache and subconsciously slowed his steps.

"How are you... are you hurt?" His voice trembled slightly, and the concern in his tone seemed genuine.

Shen Li slowly raised her head, her gaze fixed on his face, her fingertips unconsciously curling, her voice filled with barely concealed hesitation: "You... what's your name?"

"Me? My name is Xiang Yang." The man scratched his head, his tone frank, completely unaware of the turbulent emotions surging in Shen Li's eyes.

Shen Li's heart skipped a beat, and she pressed, "Xiangyang? Aren't you called Ming Xiangyang?"

Upon hearing this, the man gently shook his head and corrected him earnestly, "No, my surname is Xiang and my given name is Yang, so my name is Xiang Yang."

Shen Li leaned closer again, her gaze tracing his features inch by inch—the curve of his nose, the contour of his eyes, even the faint dimple on his left cheek when he smiled, all exactly the same as Ming Xiangyang in her memory.

How can there be such similar people in this world?

She would never forget what Ming Xiangyang looked like; it was an indelible mark etched into her very bones.

"Are you from Xiangjiang?" She suppressed the turmoil in her heart and asked in as calm a voice as possible.

Xiang Yang frowned, his eyes somewhat blank, and shook his head uncertainly: "It seems so?"

"It seems so? What does that mean?" Shen Li's tone became more inquisitive.

Xiang Yang raised his hand and rubbed his temples, his tone tinged with helplessness: "I was seriously injured before, and after I woke up, I didn't remember anything. The past... is a complete blank."

Doubts instantly entangled Shen Li's heart like vines.

What a coincidence! It's such a coincidence!

A face exactly like Ming Xiangyang's, a vague place of origin, and just the right amount of amnesia... Where exactly did things go wrong?

How could Ming Xiangyang, who was clearly buried and separated from the living, appear here in this way?

She suppressed her surging emotions, her gaze still fixed on his face, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly: "You...you live around here?"

"Yes, I live in this area," Xiangyang nodded in response.

Shen Li took a deep breath, made an excuse, her fingertips slightly cold: "You look so familiar, like an old friend of mine. Could you... leave me your contact information?"

As she spoke, she deliberately avoided mentioning the three words "Ming Xiangyang".

Without much thought, Xiangyang readily nodded: "Okay."

The two exchanged phone numbers. Shen Li gripped the phone tightly in her palm, her fingertips almost digging into the body. Even as she turned to leave, her steps were still a little unsteady.

Watching Shen Li's receding figure, Xiang Yang stood still, a sudden surge of intense familiarity welling up inside him, like something pounding wildly in his chest. He instinctively clutched his chest, a sharp pain striking unexpectedly, causing him to furrow his brow.

She said she was like her friend... Could she be someone she knew before she lost her memory?

Once the thought arises, it can never be suppressed.

He was standing there, lost in thought, when a deep voice suddenly came from beside him: "Young Master, what's wrong? You look so pale."

Xiangyang turned around and saw Mingcheng standing behind him, looking at him with concern.

"Mingcheng, I just ran into a stranger," he said, sounding somewhat confused, "but she feels strangely familiar to me."

Mingcheng immediately looked around the alley entrance and the surrounding area. Apart from a few passersby, he saw no familiar faces and said truthfully, "I don't see anyone I know, young master."

Xiang Yang withdrew his gaze, a dull ache still lingering in his chest as he asked softly, "Mingcheng, did I... really have no family before?"

Mingcheng met the conflicted and bewildered look in his eyes, a complex emotion flashing across his own eyes before he quickly concealed it, and replied in a calm tone, "No, young master. Your parents passed away many years ago, and Mingxing and I have been taking care of you all these years."

"Is that so?" Xiang Yang nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Ming Cheng's tense jawline, but a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

He had clearly seen Mingcheng's momentary panic.

Even if you have amnesia, the traces of your past life cannot be completely erased. How come you don't even know a single person?

Moreover, the skill he displayed by chance was swift and ruthless, something that ordinary rich young masters could not possess.

There must be some secret hidden here.

Why did he lose his memory?

And why would they be here?

Countless questions swirled in my mind, yet I couldn't find a single clue.

On the other side, Shen Li returned to her hotel room. The moment she closed the door, she leaned against it, unable to calm down for a long time.

Xiangyang's face kept appearing in her mind, overlapping and separating with the image of Ming Xiangyang in her memory, making her restless.

Finally, her tone was cold and resolute: "Zhao Qing, have someone dig up Ming Xiangyang's grave and see if there's a body inside."

Upon hearing this, Feng Ye was shocked and looked at Zhao Qing with disbelief in his eyes—had President Shen gone mad?

They actually want to dig up Ming Xiangyang's grave?

Shen Li naturally noticed the expressions on their faces, but had no other choice.

At present, this is the only method that can most directly verify her conjecture.

Zhao Qing swallowed hard, then asked hesitantly, "President Shen, are you serious?"

"Yes." Shen Li nodded, her tone leaving no room for doubt.

That's how people are; once a seed of doubt is planted in their hearts, everything from the past becomes shrouded in mystery.

Previously overlooked details and illogical coincidences now clearly surfaced, forcing her to seek the truth.

Zhao Qing didn't ask any more questions and nodded in agreement.

He was Shen Li's most capable bodyguard, and he only followed orders.

After hanging up the phone, he immediately dialed the number for the villa, lowered his voice, and quickly gave instructions.

In the evening, Lu Cheng returned home and immediately noticed Shen Li's absent-mindedness as soon as he entered the room—she was sitting on the sofa, her eyes vacant, clutching her phone, and didn't even notice him coming in.

"Lili, what's wrong? Are you not used to the environment here, or is something uncomfortable?" Lu Cheng walked over, sat down next to her, and asked gently.

Shen Li snapped out of her daze, turned to look at him, her eyes filled with undisguised complexity: "Second Brother, when I was shopping today, I ran into someone who looks exactly like Ming Xiangyang."

Lu Cheng's brows furrowed instantly, his tone grave: "Exactly the same?"

He had never met Ming Xiangyang and could not imagine just how similar that "exactly the same" really was.

"Yes, exactly the same, even the expressions are somewhat similar." Shen Li's tone was extremely serious.

"I asked him his name, and he said it was Xiangyang, with the surname Xiang. He also said that he had amnesia and didn't remember anything from before."

"Second brother, don't you think this is too strange? But the feeling he gives me is somewhat different from the Ming Xiangyang I knew before."