Mingchao: the Son Who Belongs to Her Alone

In my memory, there seems to be a female voice echoing in my mind: "Hey, wake up, wake up." … "How are you, are you okay, why are you fainting here?" "I, I don't know" … "So, do you still remember your name?" "I don't remember." … "Then how about I pick one up for you?" "Okay." "Well, let me think about it. Hey, now, let's call you Mo Yu. How about that?" "Well, Mo Shang is like jade, and his son is unparalleled. This is what I read in the book, and it suits you very well." "Moyu?" … The memories came to an abrupt end, and the past receded like a tide, seemingly hard to find, but in the increasingly blurry memory, there was still a voice coming across the mist. "My unparalleled young master, I will always wait for you, wait for you... Again..."