"Shangguan You is my, Yu Zifeng's, fiancée. Auntie Lin, you do not have the right to make us forget the girl. No matter what you do, we will not oppose it, but forgetting the girl—that's not possible," Yu Zifeng declared, stepping forward, his face somewhat pale as he looked indifferently at the god-like Lin Mengjie. This battle had injured him, but his injuries were nothing compared to the girl's wellbeing.
"Madam, our lives all belong to the Young Miss. Please don't be so cruel," Zhong Mingyang also stepped forward, pleading with Lin Mengjie.
"I know. I will ensure you all retain your memories; you will not forget the girl," Lin Mengjie nodded. She then fell silent, her hands rapidly forming seals as a string of Spells flowed from her lips.
