Although Fang Chen had used the Mask of Oblivion to change his appearance and aura back then, the way he spoke and carried himself had remained the same. No matter how hard he tried to conceal them, his habits still slipped out when he least expected it.
Fang Chen had lost his memory, so Li Qingyao was a stranger to him. But she had forgotten nothing. Even after more than ten thousand years, every moment she had spent with him on Immortal Mountain remained etched in her mind. She often dreamed of him, too.
Every gesture Fang Chen made, every word he spoke, had been imprinted deep in Li Qingyao's memory.
Now Li Qingyao was certain Fang Chen was Young Master Meng. The pity was that she remembered him, but he no longer remembered her.
Even so, she was happy. She had waited and searched for more than ten thousand years and had finally found the person she sought. He might have lost his memory and found someone else to love, but he was still in this world. He was still alive. Only Young Master Meng had disappeared.
Li Qingyao looked at Fang Chen. She did not know why he had lost his memory, but she believed it would return.
The one Li Qingyao loved was Young Master Meng, not Fang Chen without those memories.
Without those memories, Fang Chen was not the man Li Qingyao loved.
Even so, her gaze softened when she looked at him. After all, the man before her was, in a sense, Young Master Meng.
Seeing her expression, Yue Canglan understood that Fang Chen must be Young Master Meng. To Yue Canglan, Young Master Meng had been a peak he could never surmount. He had lost to him in both strength and love.
Young Master