People forgot the past without even realizing it, and remembered it again just as unknowingly.
But no matter what, ordinary people could never remember what they had seen or heard as infants.
Clouds and mist swirled through the cold air before her. Flowers bloomed in brilliant colors, clustered across the ground or climbing over the walls. Yu Sui walked along the stony path winding through the misty mountain. The maids bustling about seemed unable to see her.
The maids hurried after a little girl, making sure she didn't run into the poisonous, thorn-covered flowers.
A woman in white stood beneath the veranda, gazing with a smile at the bright, laughing girl. The Mute Woman followed behind her with her head bowed. Mister Zhou, standing shoulder to shoulder with Lady Su, wore plain gray robes and had a calm expression.
Yu Sui didn't look toward Lady Su and the others, and they didn't see her either.
The girl walked straight toward the deepest part of Mount Luo.
The door of the old house, with its red walls and black tiles, was tightly shut. Greenery filled the grounds outside, deep and shadowy, without a single flower in sight. The place was quiet and desolate.
Following her memories, Yu Sui came to the house and gently pushed open the door. She ignored the circles of fire formations on the floor and the portrait hanging above the table, looking only at the infant lying in the cradle.
She had spent a year and two months on Mount Luo Peak, living in this dim little house.
Lady Su came to visit her here, as did Qingkui and Mister Zhou. The Mute Woman and the other maids came too. Yu Sui remembered every face and every word they had spoken.
Over that long stretch of time,