On the "City of Starlight," in the hotel room, Anqi withdrew the finger she had placed upon Liu Hui's brow, concluding her reading of his sealed memories, tears streaming down her face.

As Anqi attached her spiritual power to this sealed memory of Liu Hui, she followed him through an intensely poignant, tragic love story. Within Liu Hui's recollection, there had been a lover with whom he shared a bond of life and death, a profound connection marked by a miraculous, electrical resonance between them—a current through which they felt the depth of the other's affection.

In Liu Hui's memory, the electric sensation he shared with Shu Yan was so potent it seemed stored within his very cells. Even though Liu Hui had lost the conscious memory of Shu Yan, the data imprinted within his cellular structure remained entirely intact.

This electric feeling profoundly affected Anqi as she used her spiritual power to explore it, causing her to weep uncontrollably. She was intimately familiar with this intense current; it was precisely the powerful electrical surge that erupted when she made physical contact with Liu Hui before. Accompanying this intense electricity was an innate, spontaneous urge for them to embrace and kiss. This primal physical reaction stemmed from the information stored in their cells. This data usually lay dormant, instantly triggered upon encountering a familiar stimulus, an instinctive response that even outpaced their conscious reaction time.

By reading this sealed memory of Liu Hui, Anqi was certain that she shared some intrinsic link with Shu Yan. What puzzled her, however, was that Shu Yan was deceased, yet Anqi hadn't suffered any memory loss, and her physical appearance differed significantly from Shu Yan's. What, then, was this internal connection she shared with Shu Yan?

The accidental discovery of this memory within Liu Hui's mind instantly energized Anqi; the possibility of a relationship with Shu Yan sent her heart racing. Anqi caressed the cheek of Liu Hui, who lay beside her, letting a few tears fall onto his face, and whispered, "Hui Hui, could it truly be that we are bound by a destined bond across lifetimes? I need to clarify some things first. If I am that Shu Yan, I swear I will hold onto you tightly this time and never let go."

Having finished reading Liu Hui's sealed memory, Anqi prepared to reseal it. After a moment's consideration, however, she abandoned the plan. This wasn't merely because she hoped Liu Hui would recall Shu Yan's existence and perhaps realize she was that person; it was also because her current spiritual power was still inferior to that of the fully enlightened Monk Zhiguang. While she could break the chain of the memory lock—now significantly weakened by Zhiguang—she couldn't re-seal Liu Hui's memory completely without him noticing something amiss.

Anqi took one last look at Liu Hui, wiped the tears from her cheeks, and left his room. After giving instructions to the security personnel waiting outside, she rushed toward her own home.

When Anqi arrived home, she found her adoptive parents fast asleep. Anxious, and dismissing formalities, she woke them with frantic knocking. Her parents, emerging in their robes and looking bewildered, found Anqi sitting on the sofa, tear stains still visible on her face.

"Anqi, my darling, what is the matter?" Her foster mother gasped upon seeing the marks on Anqi's face and hurried over, pulling Anqi into an embrace.

"Mommy, I need to ask you something," Anqi managed to say.

"Ask away, sweetie! Remember, both your mother and I were once senior professors at the University of California; there's hardly anything in this world we don't know... Oh, right, you’re much more formidable than us now," her foster father joked, sensing the tension and trying to lighten the mood.

"Daddy, I need to ask: where exactly did you adopt me from?" Anqi asked her father urgently.

"Darling, we adopted you from an orphanage, of course. Didn't you already know that? Why are you asking now?" Her foster father's shock was evident as he exchanged a worried glance with her mother.

Anqi's current spiritual power was immense, allowing her to instantly perceive the silent communication between her parents. Filled with confusion, she spoke loudly, "Daddy, Mommy, you must tell me exactly where you found me. This is incredibly important to me; I need the full details."

Her parents' expressions immediately turned grave. "Anqi, have you remembered something that's making you ask this?"

Anqi shook her head. "I haven't remembered anything specific, but I've discovered another potential identity for myself. That's why I need you to tell me the truth; it affects the choices I'm about to make."

Her parents looked at each other once more, nodded, and her mother spoke, "Anqi darling, you are an adult now; there are some things you need to know."

Anqi instantly focused, her mood taut with anticipation for her foster mother's words.

"It was seven years ago. In May of 2008, your father and I, fascinated by the brilliant ancient civilization of Huaxia, temporarily set aside our teaching posts to travel there. We were backpacking, journeying across the vast landscape of Huaxia, completely immersed in its beauty. Who would have thought that when we reached that most famous Taoist scenic area in Shuzhou Province, we would suddenly be struck by the massive earthquake that caused such devastation to the people of Huaxia? We were trapped deep in the mountains, facing mortal danger at any moment." Anqi's foster mother spoke, still shaken by the recollection of the peril they faced.

Her foster father continued, "We were trapped in the mountains and couldn't get out for a while. Fortunately, we were well-prepared, and our luck held; miraculously, we escaped any harm during that earthquake and the countless aftershocks that followed. On the third day after the main quake, while passing a small river that had been cut off in the mountains, we discovered a person..."

Hearing the narrative reach this crucial juncture, Anqi's heart began to pound wildly, sweat beading on her palms, her tension mounting.

Her foster mother said, "By that blocked river, we found a girl. She was wearing a pale yellow outfit, had no hair on her head, and was covered in dirt, staggering aimlessly along the embankment, on the verge of falling into the landslide-formed lake below. Your father saw the danger and rushed forward to pull the girl down."

"What happened next?" Anqi asked tensely.

Her foster father continued, "I held the girl, and your mother embraced her. As we examined her, we realized she looked about fifteen or sixteen. Though her face was covered in dust, her features were clearly delicate. After your mother held her, she looked at us with pure curiosity, neither crying nor making a fuss."

"We immediately asked her where she lived, why she was there, and if she needed our help. But she said nothing, just watched us with that intense curiosity, occasionally making soft sounds, like a newborn baby utterly fascinated by everything in the world."

Her foster mother recalled the scene, a look of fond remembrance crossing her lips. "Later, the girl suddenly started crying, and no amount of comforting worked. I thought perhaps she was hungry, so I gave her some milk. Instantly, she stopped crying and drank greedily, as if she hadn't eaten in ages. Then, she fell asleep in my arms."

Anqi asked, "That girl was..."

Her foster father nodded. "Anqi, you guessed right. That girl at the time was you."

Her foster mother explained, "Darling, under those circumstances, we couldn't find your family. Since we never had children of our own, we instantly adored you the moment we saw you, like a newborn infant. We traveled extensively across Huaxia, and we were deeply uneasy about the adoption system there and worried about your future. That’s when we made a bold decision: to adopt you."

"Once we decided, we took you with us. Even though you were like an infant, knowing nothing and understanding nothing, and you caused us significant trouble, those were the happiest days of my and your mother's lives. Thankfully, just before our supplies ran out, we encountered a search and rescue team entering the mountains; that's how we were saved."

"After we made it out alive, we had to address your situation. I used some connections in Huaxia and, through certain unofficial channels, managed to get you out of the country. We then made our way to the United States. We found an orphanage we often supported and placed you under the file of a girl who had long since passed away but whose records hadn't been purged due to administrative oversight. We fabricated an adoption record from many years prior, and just like that, you became our adopted daughter, living with us for seven years." Her foster mother detailed the process.

Anqi looked puzzled. "I have absolutely no memory of being adopted by you, yet in my mind, it feels as if you are the parents who raised me since childhood, and I have memories of growing up by your side."