Li Xiaoya had never expected that, although Zhang Hong had recovered, something had gone wrong with her memories. All he could do was let her cry, holding her as he sat on a large boulder atop the mountain and watched her weep for a long time...
Only then did Zhang Hong slowly stop crying...
Still sniffling a little, she remained nestled in Li Xiaoya's arms, unwilling to get up...
"..." For a moment, Li Xiaoya could find neither words to comfort Zhang Hong nor a place to begin. Helplessly, he simply held her...
A long time passed...
Zhang Hong suddenly stole a glance at Li Xiaoya. Seeing how earnestly he held her, a faint blush rose on her stunning face. Then she whispered, "Ya... could you tell me about myself?"
"Hm? About yourself?" Li Xiaoya's face filled with worry at her words. "What would you like to know?"
"I want to know why I slept for so long! How much time has passed? Why did you bring me to the Upper Realm? And... and... and..." Zhang Hong hurriedly rattled off her questions, but toward the end, she began to falter...
"And what?" Li Xiaoya quickly asked. Whatever else happened, it was a good thing that Zhang Hong's emotions had settled...
"...And... why is she also your... you know..." Zhang Hong's eyes suddenly looked a little hollow. Her arms tightened slightly around Li Xiaoya as she spoke softly...
"She?" Li Xiaoya froze, not immediately realizing who this "she" was. Zhang Hong had been far too vague. He quickly asked, "Which woman do you mean?"
"Liu Xian... Junior Sister Liu...!" Zhang Hong hesitated, then finally pouted. "You said you would only love me. You... you..." As she spoke, she began to look aggrieved again...
"..." Understanding dawned on Li Xiaoya. Apparently, Zhang