For Yun Youyou, she had always wanted to know about her past, about who she had once been. She did not want to live in confusion, yet no one knew.
Thus, she had always thought that once her cultivation became profound enough—once she reached the Martial Saint realm, or even the Void God Realm—she could recover her former memories and learn of her origins.
And now, someone had suddenly appeared before her and told her her original name. Yun Youyou was both surprised and delighted, yet also somewhat uneasy.
She was surprised because she had never expected it. She was delighted because she could learn about her past. She was uneasy because she feared that her former life might be too painful to look back upon.
"Are you telling the truth?" Yun Youyou took a deep breath and asked solemnly. She did not entirely believe Su Mo.
There were also a very small number of people who knew that she had lost her memories. There was no guarantee that the information had not leaked and been exploited by someone with ulterior motives.
"Of course. We have been friends for many years, so naturally I know your identity very well!" Su Mo nodded heavily.
"Then tell me everything you know about me." Yun Youyou's expression turned grave as she spoke in a deep voice.
"Alright!"
Su Mo nodded slightly, then turned to look at the endless forest beneath the mountain peak, his heart sinking into memories.
"We met twenty years ago. At that time, I was a disciple of Wind Ling Island, while you were...!"
Next, Su Mo slowly began recounting when they had met, what they had gone through together, Hong Qingxuan's identity, and everything else.
Naturally, he did not mention a single word about the faint affection between them.