Past experiences, sounds, images... all such elements gradually restored themselves in Xiang Mingyu's mind.
Blood, killing, cries, and the clanging of swords mingled incessantly around her, almost causing her brain to burst.
Although such pain was bone-chilling, it was nothing for Xiang Mingyu; she slowly turned her head to meet Hua Yingyue's worried gaze.
A few seconds later, she finally spoke haltingly, "Xiao Yue?"
"Auntie!" Hua Yingyue cried with joy, "You remembered, you're alright now!"
"I..." Xiang Mingyu continuously massaged her temples, "Give me a moment, let me catch my breath."
Seeing Xiang Mingyu return to normal, Ye Wanlan also breathed a sigh of relief, and with that exhale, her eyes closed, and she fell asleep again.
"Xiao Wan!" Yan Tingfeng timely caught Ye Wanlan, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, clearly angered.
But in an instant, he simply sighed gently, his expression turning into one of helplessness.
