Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 349 A Cold Dream
Song Xinci had a strange dream.

In her dream, she arrived at a desolate and barren place.

There was nothing there but himself.

Looking up, there is an endless void; looking down, there is a so-called ground made of piled-up white jade.

Perhaps it was psychological, but she always felt that they were emitting a chill.

Not knowing where to go, Song Xinci could only wander aimlessly around.

But here, the sun, moon, and stars are all scattered around, right beneath her feet. Without these, she gradually forgot about time.

She could only keep walking, leaving a trail of shallow footprints behind her, which were then quickly swallowed up by a cloud of dust, as if she had never been there.

Strangely, even so, she felt neither confusion nor fear.

She just felt cold.

So cold, so cold...

Suddenly, she felt as if she had been embraced by a warm furnace, and her body gradually began to feel warm.

The coldness between Song Xinci's brows melted slightly. She squatted on the ground with her arms crossed, seemingly looking at her toes.

It seemed as if it wanted to peer through the jade slab to see what lay beneath.

As soon as she had this thought, she suddenly felt a tremor in her body, and she was instantly pulled out of the cold dream.

The first thing I noticed was the strong sense of unfamiliarity around me.

Song Xinci's body tensed up immediately, and she secretly looked up at the person.

He was asleep with his eyes closed, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he had encountered a problem that was difficult to solve.

His features were friendly, and his aura was not unpleasant; on the contrary, it made one feel inexplicably attached to him.

Clearly, upon waking up, Song Xinci had once again forgotten who he was. Memories flowed like water to her, though she didn't know why.

If everything is the work of Heaven, what is its purpose?
Song Xinci suddenly felt a slight itch in her palm, and involuntarily looked at it, discovering the line of small gold characters on it.

"I, Song Xinci, am your, Yunyi's, wife?"

She suddenly realized that her name was Song Xinci and his name was Yun Yi, and that they were husband and wife.

Perhaps he has contracted some strange illness that causes him to forget about this matter, which is why he keeps it in his palm.

Song Xinci grew to like Yun Yi more and more as she looked at him, convinced that the information in her palm was accurate.

So she couldn't help but snuggle closer to him, trying to dispel the lingering chill from her dream.

She wondered what kind of place it was in her dream, and why it felt so desolate and cold.

The thought only flashed through her mind briefly before she forgot it completely.

Only the warmth of this moment is real.

As if sensing something, Yun Yi hugged his wife even tighter.

Song Xinci looked up at him and suddenly asked, "Are you awake?"

Yun Yi remained silent.

"Stop pretending, I think you're awake."

"I'm sleeping."

"You've already spoken."

Yun Yi couldn't help but chuckle softly, affectionately ruffling his wife's hair. Seeing that she didn't dodge his affectionate gesture, he finally felt a little better.

He was definitely awake; to be precise, he hadn't slept at all.

Song Xinci kept muttering "So cold, so cold" in her sleep, which made him feel especially sorry for her, so how could he possibly be in the mood to sleep?

He also saw his wife secretly glancing at the golden characters on her palm.

The good thing is, this trick worked.

Song Xinci greedily absorbed the warmth emanating from Yun Yi and asked, "Is it dawn yet?" Yun Yi replied, "Soon."

"Then... what should I do?"

“Endless reminiscing about the past is a burden for you. Perhaps you could try to be more spontaneous and do whatever you want.”

Song Xinci buried her head in his chest, her voice muffled: "I don't quite understand."

Yun Yi was silent for a moment, then asked a question that he had been thinking about for most of the night but couldn't understand.

He said, "Would you feel bad if I wasn't by your side?"

Song Xinci looked up at him, her eyes seeming to struggle, but it quickly turned into a single sentence: "No."

She felt a little embarrassed by the answer, but fortunately, she would forget about it soon.

Yun Yi naturally wouldn't blame her, but he had a deeper suspicion about what had happened to Song Xinci.

If Song Xinci simply forgot her past, that wouldn't be a problem; there's always some kind of magic or supernatural power that could cure her.

If all else fails, I can just tell her everything bit by bit, and one day she'll remember it all.

But her current situation seems to be that she has completely lost the ability to "remember".

Undoubtedly, this was done by someone, and who but Heaven could do this without anyone noticing?
It was Heaven's will that did not want Song Xinci to have memories.

Yun Yi guessed from the question just now that "without memories, there are no emotions and desires."

Since Song Xinci remembers nothing, she will not feel sadness or fear, and will become more in line with the "Taishang Dao of Forgetting Emotions".

But what is the purpose of Heaven's actions in this way?
Yun Yi felt a sudden pang of anxiety. In fact, he had already vaguely guessed the answer, but he was reluctant to believe it.

He even began to suspect,
Regarding the matter of his wife's ascension, was he the one who underwent the tribulation?
As dawn broke outside, Song Xinci, no longer sleepy, decided to get up and move around.

Yun Yi fetched water for her to wash and comb her hair, then stared blankly at the strand of black hair he held in his palm.

Song Xinci suddenly stood up, her black hair slipping through his hand, and he snapped back to his senses.

As soon as she opened the door, Song Xinci felt several gazes drifting towards her from all directions, so she closed the door again.

Seeing this, Yun Yi smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, they are all your family and friends."

Song Xinci thought for a moment, then pushed open the door again.

Facing her was the cautious Vermilion Bird, who was several feet away. She asked, "May I come over?"

Song Xinci: "Why not?"

Zhuque leaned closer and, taking advantage of the situation, asked, "Can I hug you?"

Song Xinci instinctively turned to look at Yun Yi, clearly undecided.

But the next moment, Zhuque hugged her and said, "Miss, don't be afraid. My name is Zhuque. I grew up with you."

Upon hearing this, Song Xinci's tense body finally relaxed.

She found Suzaku's scent familiar and pleasant, and replied, "Mmm."

At this moment, Song Xinci finally understood: since she couldn't remember, she might as well try to feel it with her heart.

Anyway, given her current situation, even if she were scammed... she'll forget about it quickly.

Nangong Zhuozhuo and Ye Nianyi had been lying in ambush for a long time. Upon seeing this, they rushed over, calling her "Sister Song" repeatedly.

"We spent the whole night flipping through storybooks and found eighteen ways to help you regain your memory!"

Song Xinci asked curiously, "What method?"

"No rush, let's take it one step at a time!" Nangong Zhuozhuo said excitedly, as if a story had come true. All traces of her previous melancholy had vanished.

Yun Yi glared at her silently, thinking to himself that living a carefree life is indeed comfortable.

Ye Nianyi then said to him, "We should at least give it a try, just in case it works."

(End of this chapter)