The room was filled with the rich, heady scent of medicine. Though early autumn had just begun and the chill was still mild, the man seated at the desk was already wrapped in a thick fox fur coat.
His skin was pale, but sickly pale, with little color in his cheeks. His face was gaunt, and only his eyes gleamed faintly, sharp with spirit.
Mu Yong'an held a fist to his lips and coughed softly. With his other hand, he picked up the freshly brewed tea and filled the cup across from him.
Mei Chengyu strolled over to the desk and sat down. Seeing that Mu Yong'an was still coughing, he asked, "Want me to have Yan Xiaochuan fetch you some medicine?"
Mu Yong'an waved him off, then looked up at him, his expression steady. "What do you want to know today?"
Mei Chengyu set the Listening Wind Ruler on the table and lit up its face, displaying the message he had received.
Mu Yong'an lowered his eyes to glance at it, then smiled and shook his head. "Gao Tianhao has been dead for so long. You're still unable to let go of what happened to him?"
Mei Chengyu wasn't asking for Gao Tianhao's sake, but for his Junior Martial Sister's. He wasn't about to say that now, though, so he simply nodded. "I've decided to recover my memories."
Mu Yong'an paused with his teacup halfway to his lips and fixed him with a sharp gaze.
Mei Chengyu's expression didn't change. "But Uncle Mu, you know what I'm like. I won't take someone else's word for it so easily. I only trust my own memories."
Mu Yong'an had once told him, "There are some things I'll only tell you when you decide to recover your memories."
The choice was his: