As she spoke, a trace of sadness flickered through her eyes, as if she had remembered something she would rather not revisit.
The sadness lasted only an instant, yet against the snow whirling through the sky, it stood out all the more clearly.
At this, the Old Daoist burst into laughter.
His laughter echoed through the snow, startling a few crows.
The crows had been huddled deep among the bare branches, their heads tucked beneath their wings to ward off the wind and snow. Startled by the sudden laughter, they flapped away in a panic.
They left several frantic arcs against the gray-white sky.
The Old Daoist said with a sigh, "He hasn't lost his memory. He's weathering a tribulation. This is his opportunity. Perhaps in five or ten years, he'll naturally remember what happened back then—remember you all... remember everyone and everything."
Tang Tian sighed softly. "When I was in Kunlun, I heard Wang Xian say that after a great battle, he might forget every one of us—even Li Dalu, even the dean..."
His voice sank as he spoke.
He knew what it felt like to be forgotten. It wasn't pleasant.
He remembered rolling around in the mud with Wang Xian as children, and stealing jujubes from the old man next door, only to be chased all over the street.
He remembered those days of bare feet and runny noses.
If those memories vanished from Wang Xian's mind, would he still be the same Wang Xian Tang Tian knew?
Li Yu finally understood some things. Why hadn't Wang Xian recognized her on the city wall that day?
It hadn't been deliberate. He truly didn't remember her.
Her pretty face flushed. She couldn't tell whether it was from the cold wind or something else.
The blush spread from her cheeks