The Storm Over Stealing People

"Little Golden Monkey, when did you wake up? Did you sneak off to steal peaches again?" Chen Fan smiled faintly as he watched the golden figure vanish into the peach grove.

Whoosh!

A streak of golden light flashed out of the peach grove once more and landed atop a peach tree before Chen Fan. It was Little Golden Monkey.

Little Golden Monkey's eyes were still incomparably clear. Perhaps because Chen Fan had caught it trying to steal peaches, it now looked a little embarrassed. With a foolish grin all over its face, it stood on the peach tree scratching its little head, utterly adorable.

"Come down. The peaches haven't borne fruit yet. You'll have to wait a few more months before you can eat any," Chen Fan said with a faint smile.

Little Golden Monkey bared its teeth and said cheerfully, "I woke up starving. I smelled peaches and came over, but I didn't expect there to be only peach blossoms."

Chen Fan was immediately surprised. Even Little Golden Monkey's accent had changed, and it spoke with remarkable fluency now. Yet it had clearly recognized Chen Fan and no longer found him unfamiliar. That golden page might have played a role.

However, Chen Fan did not ask further. Instead, he smiled slightly. "There used to be quite a few peaches here, but you ate them all. Do you remember?"

"I ate them?" Little Golden Monkey frowned slightly, confusion flashing across its face.

It scratched its head and thought for a moment before finally shaking its head. "I forgot. Seems like I forgot a lot of things, though I also remembered some scattered fragments. It's all a mess. Whenever I try to remember, my head hurts."

Chen Fan's heart stirred slightly, and he asked, "Do you still remember Xian'er and Bi