I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

"able."

Cecilia pushed over the blueprints for a miniature refrigeration unit.

"Magnetic field cryogenic technology".

"Minus 196 degrees Celsius."

"Cell viability can be preserved for decades or even longer."

"Before the war, my father...the Chen family's laboratory had the relevant technology."

"Although most of the equipment was destroyed, the core blueprints are still intact."

"Who else?"

Fu Shiwei suddenly asked.

Everyone fell silent again.

After a long while, Chiyomiya Hanyu finally spoke. Her voice was soft, but every word was steady.

"When Lady Elena said that, she did not restrict the race."

"The technology of a Level 7 civilization is effective against angels, and it should be effective against humans as well."

"Therefore, we shouldn't just save her."

Her gaze swept over everyone present.

"Ms. Pei Youyi".

"Mr. Chen Ssu-nien".

"Mr. Lin Zhenting".

"Mr. Gu Tan".

"Commander Wei Changfeng."

"And all the important people whose remains we can find."

"As long as we can still get live cells, we will preserve them all."

"Wait until Gu Yan regains his memories, and until his strength returns to the god-level."

"Perhaps, we really can bring them all back."

Even if we can't bring it back.

Shen Youyao asked in a low voice.

Her fingers twisted the hem of her clothes, and her eyes were red.

"Then we'll just keep waiting."

Chiyomiya Hane said.

"When humanity's technology reaches level seven civilization."

"One hundred years, one thousand years."

"As long as the cells are alive, there is hope."

Fu Wanqing suddenly burst into tears.

She laughed and cried at the same time, nodding vigorously.

"it is good."

"Let's do it this way."

"Grandma's ashes...Grandma turned to ashes, there are no cells left."

"However, if Gu Yan can remember, he must have another way."

"He must have a way."

Pei Yuran stood up and walked to the window.

Outside lies the Jinghai City under reconstruction, with construction noises drifting from afar, mingled with the smell of the sea breeze.

She looked at the city rising from the ruins, her voice soft.

"Bring him back first."

"Bring Gu Yan back."

"If he can remember, there's always a way."

"What if he can't remember..."

She didn't finish speaking.

But everyone understood.

If Gu Yan can't remember, then they will remember for him for the rest of their lives.

Pei Yuran took Gu Yan back to the Pei family's old residence.

The Black Tide did not reach the mountain where the Pei family lived.

The old house is still there, but it's empty.

The ivy on the courtyard wall was half withered, the well in the backyard was dry, and only the ginkgo tree at the gate was still alive, its leaves half yellow and rustling in the wind.

"You used to sit here all the time."

Pei Yuran pointed to the stone bench under the tree.

"You're not in good health; you get out of breath after just a few steps."

"I'll walk really fast on purpose, and you'll call out from behind, 'Yu Ran, wait for me!'"

"I won't wait."

"Then you leaned against the wall, slowly inching your way over, and sat down on this stone bench, panting."

Gu Yan sat on the stone bench.

His physical health has improved significantly, but his memory is still blank.

He looked up at the ginkgo tree, and the wind blew a few leaves onto him.

He reached out and caught one.

The veins of the leaves are very clear, like a net flattened by time.

"When I was a child, my ice-type superpowers always went out of control."

Pei Yuran sat down next to him.

She wore a plain white dress, her sword resting horizontally on her knees, her gaze fixed on something far away.

"Every time I lose control, I get frostbite."

"It was you who was beside me, using your mental power to suppress those chaotic spiritual energies little by little."

"You held my hand for hours on end."

"Once I woke up and saw you sleeping by the bedside, your hand still holding mine."

She turned her head and looked at him.

Her icy blue pupils were full of tears, but she didn't let them fall.

"That's what I thought back then."

"I will never let this person leave me in my entire life."

Gu Yan looked at her.

His heart felt empty, but something was stirring gently within him.

Like a fish gently swaying its tail beneath a frozen lake.

"Then what."

he asks.

"And then you died."

Pei Yuran said.

Three years.

"I've been looking for you for three years."

She lowered her head and untied the dark blue tassel from the hilt of her sword.

The sword tassel had faded, but she had preserved it very well.

She placed the sword tassel in Gu Yan's palm and then closed his hand.

"This should have been given to you three years ago."

"Here you go."

"Take it."

"When you remember me, tie it back to my sword."

Gu Yan held the sword tassel in her hand.

The fabric feels a bit rough, but it's very warm.

It felt like being warmed by someone's body temperature for a very long time.

"I will."

He said.

Pei Yuran didn't look at him.

She simply looked at the ginkgo tree again, her voice as soft as the wind.

"I'm waiting for you."

Lin Jinyu took Gu Yan to the Chen family's back garden.

The garden has fallen into disrepair.

But Lin Jinyu had someone clean it up beforehand; the withered grass was pulled out and the stone path was swept.

The evening light shone from the west, bathing the entire garden in a warm golden hue.

She stood in the middle of the garden and suddenly began to untangle her hair.

"You once said that I dance very well."

She had her back to him, and her voice was a little muffled.

I don't believe it.

"Because the fire gets out of control when I dance."

"You told me to jump here, saying you would use your mental power to suppress the fire."

"I jumped."

"Fire bursts from my fingertips, golden, and swirls around me."

"Like a swarm of fireflies."

She turned around to face Gu Yan.

Her long golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her pupils shone like two burning stars in the sunset.

She raised her hand, and a small cluster of golden flames rose from her palm, gentle and warm, like a newly opened flower.

"You watch."

she says.

Then she started dancing.

There is no music.

The only sounds were the wind passing through the garden and the very faint crackling of the flames.

She jumped slowly, each step landing on the stone pavement, the flames flowing with her movements like a golden river swirling around her.

Her long hair flew in the wind like a burning flag.

Gu Yan sat on the stone steps, looking at her.

His mind was blank, but something was pounding in his chest.

He didn't know what it was.

All he knew was that the scene was beautiful.

She was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to blink.

The dance is over.

Lin Jinyu stood there, panting.

The flame went out, leaving only a few sparks that flickered on her fingertips before extinguishing.

She looked at him, her face sweaty, her eyes filled with expectation.

"Do you remember now?"

Gu Yan shook her head.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Lin Jinyu's eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

She came over, sat down next to him, and rested her head on his shoulder.

"fine."

Take your time.

"I'll dance for you every day from now on."

"Jump until you remember."