A gentle breeze came from nowhere, lifting the hem of Ai Hongye's skirt and her strands of hair.
Beneath the slightly disordered fragrant locks, that flawless face appeared and disappeared, serene and mysterious.
She hadn't changed at all, as if she wouldn't be moved by anything in the world.
Those clear eyes, like the ancient and silent starry sky, made one want to explore, yet dared not really approach.
Amid the silence.
Ai Hongye slightly parted her red lips: "Should I call you Master, or should I call you City Lord?"
Guijian Chou smiled faintly and said, "It seems Your Highness has regained her memory."
Ai Hongye gazed into the distance at that mysterious and dead starry sky and said, "If I could, I really wouldn't want to regain those painful memories. So many people went, and in the end, only you returned alive."
Hearing this, Guijian Chou sighed deeply, his heart filled with sorrow.
Those painful memories surged into his heart like a tide.
