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

Fu Wanqing turned off the stove and served the dishes.

One meat dish, one vegetable dish, and a soup.

She placed it on the table and set out three sets of bowls and chopsticks.

"Then the Kuroshio Current came."

"Jinghai has fallen."

"They didn't escape."

Her voice suddenly lowered.

"I didn't even get to see them one last time."

"By the time I got there, the house had already collapsed."

"Nothing was left."

She sat down, served herself a bowl of rice, and then served herself a bowl of rice in each of the empty bowls on either side.

She looked at the two empty bowls and chopsticks, and tears fell into her rice one by one.

"dad."

"mom."

"I brought Gu Yan back."

She sniffed and forced a smile.

"It's Gu Yan, the one I told you about."

"He doesn't remember me now."

"But it's okay."

"I brought him back for dinner."

"You used to say you wanted to see him."

"I've seen it now."

"He...he's good-looking, isn't he?"

Gu Yan sat down opposite her.

He looked at the three sets of bowls and chopsticks, and at Fu Wanqing's tear-streaked face, and something inside him was churning violently.

He didn't know why he was sad.

But he was very sad.

The sadness rose from his stomach, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Late Qing".

He suddenly called her name.

Fu Wanqing looked up and froze.

"I……"

Gu Yan opened her mouth.

Fragments were flashing in his mind.

It's very blurry.

It's an old house, the smiles of a middle-aged couple, and the image of a little girl sneaking a bite to eat in the kitchen.

He didn't know whose the fragments were.

But he felt that it might be his.

"I think I've remembered something."

He said.

Fu Wanqing's tears fell even harder.

She laughed and cried at the same time, putting food into his bowl.

"Really."

"Then eat more."

"This is a dish my mom taught me to make."

"Although...although it doesn't taste as good as hers."

"But you should try it."

"Why don't you try it?"

Gu Yan took a bite.

The vegetables were a bit salty, and the potatoes were a bit undercooked.

But he ate it all, bite by bite.

"tasty."

He said.

Fu Wanqing was crying so hard that her whole body was shaking.

She lay on the table, her shoulders twitching.

After a long while, she finally raised her head, wiped her face with her sleeve, and gave him a big smile.

"From now on, I'll cook for you every day."

Memories return little by little.

It wasn't something I suddenly remembered all of them on a single day.

It's like a tide, rising little by little.

Every day, every familiar place, every word spoken by every person, filled his blank mind with new information.

He started dreaming.

In my dream, there were flashing swords, black tides, and golden specks of light filling the sky.

An old man patted him on the back and said, "Grandpa is proud of you."

An angel appeared under the moonlight and said, "If humanity becomes extinct, I will take you with me."

A woman dressed in a moon-white cheongsam sat under the lighthouse and asked him, "May I kiss you?"

When he woke up, his pillow was always wet.

Several women took turns keeping him company.

No one urged him.

They simply led him around, showed him the world, and helped him rediscover it.

He slowly remembered many things.

She remembered that she was Gu Yan.

I remembered that I had died once.

He remembered those who had shielded him from harm.

I was reminded of Elena.

I thought of Sister Youyi.

The day he remembered was a rainy evening.

He stood in front of the newly built monument in Jinghai City.

The monument is covered with names.

Those names are densely packed, like a silent sea of ​​stars.

His hand traced the surface of the monument, touching the dents.

Chen Sinian.

Lin Zhenting.

Wei Changfeng.

Fu Yunshu.

Zhuge Yuntu.

Zhang Zihao.

Bai Zikong.

There were many more people whose names he couldn't recall.

His finger lingered on a name for a long time.

Gu Tan.

His grandfather.

He knelt down.

The rain fell on him, soaking him completely.

He pressed his forehead against the monument, his shoulders trembling violently.

He didn't cry out loud.

But his tears mingled with the rain and streamed down the surface of the monument.

"grandfather."

His voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable.

"I remember now."

"I remember everything."

"You said, don't let Grandpa down."

I didn't let you down.

"I held on."

"grandfather."

"I held on."

The women stood behind him, none of them stepping forward.

They just stood there, keeping him company in the rain.

Pei Yuran held the sword tassel in her hand.

She waited for him to remember everything, and waited for him for a whole year.

Then Gu Yan stood up.

He turned around and looked at them.

There were still tears in his eyes, but beneath those tears, something was awakening.

That thing was enormous, scorching hot, and unstoppable.

Like a volcano that has been dormant for a long time, finally waiting for the moment to erupt.

His aura was rising.

It's not a recovery.

It's climbing.

God-level.

Then even higher.

Like a river that has broken free of its dam, it surges toward the sea.

The rain stopped.

The clouds have dispersed.

Sunlight streamed through the cracks and fell upon him.

He stood in the light, like a god awakening from a long slumber.

"I remember now."

He said.

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone heard it.

"I've done what I promised Grandpa."

"But I haven't done what I promised you."

He turned around and faced the monument.

"Sister Youyi."

"I told her I would take her to see the crabapple blossoms."

"Elena".

"I said we would meet again."

"grandfather."

"I said I was going home."

"There are still many people."

"They are all still waiting for me."

He raised his hand.

Light emanated from his palm, enveloping the entire monument.

The light was warm, like the spring sun.

"I will bring them all back."

The girls looked at him.

Their tears glistened in the sunlight.

No one speaks.

But everyone knows it.

Gu Yan is back.

They're really back.

This time, he will not let anyone disappear from his side.

In the distance, towards Jinghai City, fireworks were set off.

As the sun set and the last ray of light disappeared from the horizon, fireworks burst forth one by one, like a starry sky rising from the ground.

Gu Yan stood under the starry sky, in front of those names, on this land he had risked his life to protect.

He chuckled softly, very softly.

"I'm back."

He said.

"I'm not going anywhere."

The wedding took place three years later.

On that day, screens all over the world were broadcasting the same grand event.

The central square of the rebuilt Jinghai City was covered with flowers, and guests from all over the world crowded every inch of the square.

No one knows exactly how many couples were at the wedding.

All they knew was that the person standing on the stage was the hero who had saved the planet, and the seven Valkyries beside him who also stood at the pinnacle of humanity.