Mo Xie rested comfortably with his head in Ye Chang's lap, his unfocused gaze fixed on the full curves rising before him. After a moment's thought, he asked slowly.
"Aunt Ye, can you... tell me about my mother?"
Ye Chang's hand stilled against his cheek. She looked down at the young man lying in her lap, her expression complicated, then lowered her eyes and parted her lips.
"I knew you'd ask about your mother sooner or later... All right. I'll tell you. It's time you knew a little."
She sighed helplessly. Her eyes grew distant with memory, and the corners of her mouth lifted.
"Your mother's real name is Ye Qingxian. She's my older sister. She took me in when I was little. You could say I wouldn't be here today without her."
Mo Xie froze. He had never imagined his mother had another name, much less that she and Aunt Ye shared such a bond.
Then he caught the inconsistency and asked.
"Wait. You said you were little when she took you in... But that doesn't add up with my mother's age."
Ye Chang smiled and tapped his forehead with a finger.
"Of course it doesn't. Your mother was like a goddess. She looked the same when I was little as she did after I grew up. She told me she'd lived through countless years. You could say she was immortal."
At those words, something snapped in the Memory Palace within Mo Xie's mind, as though a chain had broken. An ancient door shuddered on the verge of opening, but the remaining chains still held it shut!
Could she really have been immortal?!
Immortality had been his first thought, but then he recalled what Ling had once told him, along with his long-sealed memories. He realized his mother's existence