A dream come true?
Luo Yi sat dazedly on his hospital bed, his expression gradually contorting. He reached out a trembling hand and gripped Qiao An's arm tightly, his voice raspy as he demanded an answer.
"The family register... Did you really find the family register? I'm from the Royal Family! I'm from the Royal Family! As long as I have the register, I can prove it!"
Qiao An couldn't empathize with Luo Yi's obsession. As far as she was concerned, your identity was something you made for yourself.
Who would have thought that Xie Shan, who was always stuck at the station working overtime, was a rich second-generation kid?
Or that Sheng Bai, who seemed so flamboyant he should have been a playboy, was actually a sweet, naive fool?
Or that Ji Yang, who looked like he should be a domineering CEO, was in reality completely lovesick?
