"How many times have we drifted apart and come together in this world? I will remember the peach blossoms in Yanqiu that never wither, I will remember the sunset like blood before the Temple of Prayers, and I will remember the 'Eternal Chang'an' you built for me in Jiang City."
"I will remember Sumu's Prairie, I will remember the beautiful wedding on the Prairie, but do you still remember me?"
Qin Yin silently looked at Nan Sichen, then asked again, "Do you still remember me?"
Nan Sichen finally stopped his steps and no longer moved forward.
His heart suddenly felt empty, even emptier than when he had just awakened, his mind was a blank.
He stood there dumbfounded, his face full of confusion.
Qin Yin curled her lips into a smile, a smile streaked with tears, "You don't remember me, yet I remember so much, so much. How are we supposed to start over? You can start over, but I can't anymore. Nan Sichen, I'm too tired, so, I bless you."
