Julian's vision suddenly went completely white. The surrounding sounds, the footsteps, the police sirens outside the gates, the screaming of the servants, all gradually receded into the distance, leaving only a prolonged, agonizing ringing in his ears. The swelling sensation in his chest suddenly morphed into a hand tightly strangling his heart, making it utterly impossible for him to breathe.
Who was he? Who was that soulless child inside the glass incubator? Was the soul of a crown prince from another world truly residing in this body, or was this very body using shattered fragments of memory to deceive him?
"Jules!"
The anxiety-filled call tore through the white fog in Julian's mind. The moment his body collapsed, a sturdy arm wrapped tightly around his waist just in time, while another large, warm hand held the back of his neck, pressing his head against a familiar, solid chest.
