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

Chiyomiya Yuzuru took Gu Yan to Tokyo Tower.

The tower is in ruins, but the main structure remains.

She took his hand and led him up the maintenance staircase, floor by floor.

By the time we reached the top, it was already dark.

The moon rose, illuminating the entire dilapidated city in a white glow.

"In the past, whenever my spiritual energy went berserk and I couldn't sleep because of the pain, I would climb up here alone to look at the moon."

Yuzuru leaned against the railing, his voice very soft.

"The moon in Tokyo is different from the moon in Kyoto."

"The moon here is higher, farther away, and colder."

"But later, after you went with me to see it once, I felt that it wasn't so cold after all."

Gu Yan stood beside her.

The wind blew through their hair.

He looked at her; her profile, softened by the moonlight, resembled a white jade statue.

"You said you would take me to eat Jinghai's xiaolongbao (soup dumplings)."

Yuzuru turned his head and smiled at him.

The smile was small, but there was light in her eyes.

"I've been waiting."

"So, you need to get better soon."

It doesn't matter whether you remember me or not.

"We'll go as soon as you get better."

"It's my treat."

Gu Yan looked at her.

He suddenly reached out and tucked the stray hairs that had been blown about by the wind behind her ear.

He himself was unaware of this action.

He was stunned.

Yuzuru was also stunned.

Then her eyes reddened, and her tears glistened in the moonlight.

"Look."

she says.

"Your hands still remember me."

Fu Shiwei took Gu Yan to two places.

We first went to the rainforest in South Africa.

That was the first place where they truly fought side by side.

The rainforest has largely recovered, and new shoots have sprouted from the land scorched by the battle.

She walked ahead of him, pointing to a huge Hopea tree in the distance.

"You carried me on your back from there to here."

"Dozens of miles."

"Your legs have been shaking the whole time, but you haven't put me down even once."

Her voice was calm, but Gu Yan could hear what lay beneath that calm.

"You fell asleep under the tree later."

"I stayed by your side all night."

"That was the first time I realized that protecting someone and being protected by someone are the same."

Then we went to Windsor Gardens in England.

The roses in the garden are still blooming, white and pink, swaying gently in the wind.

Fu Shiwei stood by the flower bushes, wearing his dark blue knight's uniform, his back straight as a knife.

"This is where I grew up."

she says.

"I practiced swordsmanship in the Knights of Favonius for over ten years."

Everyone says I'm a genius.

"But only you know that even geniuses get tired."

"Tell me here that you're tired and need to rest."

"The knife can be used more slowly."

People don't need to be constantly on edge.

She turned around and looked at him.

His amber eyes were full of tenderness.

"I figured it out later."

"The knife can indeed be used more slowly."

"But I'm not going to be slow about this matter with you."

"So, I'll speed up whenever you remember."

Shen Youyao took Gu Yan back to the small house they used to live together.

The house was requisitioned and then vacated.

The furniture was covered in dust, but the layout remained unchanged.

She pushed open the door, and sunlight streamed in through the window, making dust motes dance in the beams of light.

She stood at the door for a long time before going inside.

"here."

"You used to sleep in this room."

She pointed to the door on the left.

I sleep across from you.

You get up later than me every morning.

"I made breakfast, and you came out with your hair all messed up and asked, 'Youyao, what are we having for breakfast today?'"

"I'll push the porridge in front of you."

"You eat porridge like a little child."

She walked to the sofa and sat down.

Gu Yan sat down next to her.

She looked at him, her eyes gradually reddening.

"Brother Gu Yan."

"Do you remember, you told me here that no matter what happened, you would never abandon me?"

"Then you were gone for three years."

"I wait for you on this sofa every day."

"Now you're back."

"But you don't remember me."

Tears streamed down her face.

She hurriedly tried to wipe it with the back of her hand, but the more she wiped, the more it spread.

Gu Yan reached out and gently pressed her hand on the top of her head.

This action was also unconscious.

Shen Youyao was stunned.

Then she threw herself into his arms, crying so hard she could hardly breathe.

"See, you remember."

"Do you remember how you pat my head?"

"You remember."

Cecilia took Gu Yan to the auction and then to the Ferris wheel at the amusement park.

The auction is over.

The original site has been transformed into a memorial square.

She stood in the square, pointing in one direction.

"That used to be the venue for auctions."

"The first time you met me, I was in a wheelchair."

"You're observing me from the shadows."

"Everyone is afraid of me."

"Only you are not afraid."

Then we went to the amusement park.

Part of the amusement park has been repaired, and the Ferris wheel is running again.

She pulled him inside.

The cabin slowly rose, and the entire city unfolded beneath our feet.

"Before, I sat here, and you were beside me."

The Ferris wheel lights shone on my hair.

Her voice was very soft.

"At that time, I thought, how wonderful it would be if one day I could stand up and walk side by side with you."

"Later, I really did stand up."

"I ran right up to you, but you didn't even recognize me."

Gu Yan looked at her.

She sat opposite him, her icy blue eyes reflecting the light from the window.

"Now it's my turn to wait for you."

she says.

"The day you recognize me."

Fu Wanqing took Gu Yan back to her adoptive parents' home.

It was a very ordinary residential area.

The house wasn't big, and there were a few potted plants in front of the door.

She stood at the door, took several deep breaths, and then took out her keys to open the door.

The door opened.

The room was quiet, so quiet it felt a little cold.

"Come in."

she says.

Gu Yan went inside.

The furnishings inside were old, but very tidy.

Several photos were hanging on the wall, showing a little girl and a middle-aged couple.

The little girl smiled brightly as she was being held by two people.

This is my home.

Fu Wanqing's voice was very soft.

"My real home."

"This is not the place for me to be the head of the Fu family."

"It's not a laboratory inside the source crystal."

"This is it."

"I grew up here."

She went into the kitchen and put on an apron.

Gu Yan stood at the door, watching her clumsily chop vegetables.

She didn't cut it well; the potato chunks were all different sizes, and the meat slices were uneven in thickness.

But she cut it very carefully.

She poured the vegetables into the pan, oil splattered, she took a step back, then stepped forward again and slowly stirred them with a spatula.

"My mom used to cook."

"I'll just watch from the side."

She said that girls need to know how to cook so they can marry well in the future.

"I told you, I won't get married, I want to be the head of the Fu family."

"My mom laughed and said, 'Great, our Wanqing is the best.'"

Her voice was trembling, but she didn't stop what she was doing.

"My dad just sits in the living room reading the newspaper, glancing into the kitchen every now and then."

"If I get burned by the oil, he'll rush in and pull me under the tap to rinse me off."

"My mom scolded him, saying he scared the child."