Her adoptive mother explained, "Darling, when we brought you home, we found you were like a newborn infant—knowing nothing, able to do nothing, with absolutely no memories, not even how to speak. Yet, you looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, so your Daddy and I guessed you must have experienced something strange to end up in such a neonatal state."

"We couldn't recover your past, so we decided to raise you as a truly clueless baby. To ensure you wouldn't feel abnormal and could grow up carefree like other children, from the very first day we brought you home, your father and I constantly recounted stories of you growing up in our house. After several years, by the time you became sensible, the childhood experiences we fabricated had taken root in your mind, and you started treating them as real." "At the same time, to conceal the secret of your age, we publicly claimed you were a prodigy, educated solely by us at home without contact with any outsiders. And you certainly lived up to that name, genius; in our first year, you mastered English and all primary school curricula. The second year, you learned Chinese and all junior and senior high school material. By the third year, you earned admission to Caltech with outstanding scores." "With your brilliant academic performance, outsiders believed the story that you were a genius raised independently by us, and no one ever suspected your true origins." Anqi learned the truth of her background from her adoptive parents, and her heart swelled with emotion. She asked, "When you found me, was there anything special on me besides the clothes I was wearing? For instance, was I holding an iron box?" The adoptive mother replied, "Darling, at that time, you were clutching nothing in your hands but the clothes on your body. Oh yes, we still have the very clothes you were wearing then."

So, the adoptive mother went back to her room, searched through a trunk, found a sealed box, opened it, and took out an outfit, which she handed to Anqi.

Anqi took the slightly worn, pale yellow dress with trembling hands and gently stroked the fabric, tears streaming down her face. In Liu Hui's sealed memories, he retained a deep impression of the very clothes he had last put on Shu Yan. Therefore, Anqi, having read Liu Hui's memories, was also intimately familiar with this dress. Looking at it, she saw it was identical to the one in Liu Hui’s memory; she was now certain she was Shu Yan.

As for why Shu Yan had been resurrected after death, why her intellect had regressed to infancy, why her appearance had changed so drastically, why she looked several years younger, and why she had lost all memory—Anqi was unclear on the specifics, but fortunately, she could seek immediate confirmation.

The next morning, when Liu Hui opened his eyes, he found himself lying in an unfamiliar bed in a strange room. His throat was dry, and his head was splitting with pain. Hu Xian'er was sitting quietly by the bedside, watching him.

Liu Hui startled, immediately recalling that he had been drinking heavily the night before and must have been brought here while intoxicated. He circulated the Qi within his body, instantly purging all residual alcohol from his system and storing it in his spatial storage. He rubbed his head and shook it a few times, and the headache vanished completely.

And just as Liu Hui began shaking his head, the memories that had once been sealed in his mind rushed back like a tide. He sat stunned on the bed, the vanished memories appearing with stunning clarity in his mind. Thinking of Shu Yan’s death, tears involuntarily welled up in Liu Hui’s eyes.

Hu Xian'er, sitting beside him, saw Liu Hui wake up, then sit motionless and suddenly start crying. She was greatly alarmed and quickly asked, "Shui Niu, what's wrong? Has something happened?"

Liu Hui blinked, wiped his tears, and smiled, "Xian'er, nothing happened. I had a very sad dream while sleeping, which is why I cried." Hu Xian'er looked at Liu Hui doubtfully and said, "Shui Niu, why did you suddenly get drunk yesterday? I've never seen you drunk before. Is something troubling you? If you trust me, you can tell me about it. Even if I can't help, I can at least be a good listener!" Liu Hui looked at Hu Xian'er before him, feeling deep guilt. In his past life, he and Hu Xian'er, who was then He Sumei, had lived happily together, deeply in love, without any romantic crises. He hadn't expected that upon reuniting in this life, he would accumulate so many romantic debts—not only falling for Shu Yan and Liang Jingyue but now also for Anqi, who was possibly Shu Yan. This was clearly unfair to Hu Xian'er, so he felt shaky and naturally dared not mention Shu Yan.

Liu Hui laughed, "Xian'er, I truly have nothing wrong. The reason I went drinking, and got drunk, is probably related to the recent high work pressure. After this drunken episode, my stress has greatly eased, and I won't get drunk again." Hu Xian'er reached out and touched Liu Hui's forehead, saying worriedly, "Even if you're stressed, you don't need to drink that much! I cooked dinner and waited for you at home. I waited and waited but you never came back. If Wu Yuanjia hadn't notified me, I wouldn't have known you passed out here. How do you feel now? Are you better?" Feeling the warmth emanating from Hu Xian'er's hand, Liu Hui felt immense guilt. He got off the bed and said, "Xian'er, I'm fine now, I feel great. I have an urgent matter I must attend to, so I need to leave here first."

Hu Xian'er stepped forward to help Liu Hui put on his clothes, then smoothed out the wrinkles on his shirt. Liu Hui gently hugged Hu Xian'er, kissed her cheek, and said, "Xian'er, I'm leaving now. You must be tired from taking care of me all night. You should head home early!" Just as Liu Hui pushed the door open, preparing to leave, Hu Xian'er suddenly asked, "Shui Niu, will you come back?"

Liu Hui paused and stopped, saying, "Xian'er, wait for me at home. I will come back." Hu Xian'er stared blankly as Liu Hui walked out the door. With a soft click of the door closing, her view of him was cut off. She stood in the room for a long time, equally tearful. In her heart, a sudden ominous premonition arose—that her Shui Niu, once he left, might never return.

Hu Xian'er was meticulous and thoughtful. She had long sensed a crisis in their relationship due to Liu Hui's recent abnormal behavior. When she arrived at this hotel, she had specifically asked the security personnel outside and learned that Anqi had just left before she arrived. She was now certain there was definitely an issue between Liu Hui and Anqi. Reaching this terrible conclusion felt like being stabbed in the heart; she had wanted to rush out several times to grab Liu Hui and prevent him from leaving her. But she only stretched out her hand and ultimately let it fall, remaining alone in the room, crestfallen.

Liu Hui left the hotel entrance and asked the security staff there to drive him to Anqi's residence. Upon retrieving his sealed memories, all the lingering questions in his heart were instantly resolved.

The image of the monk that had inexplicably appeared and mysteriously vanished in his mind, the feeling every morning that he had forgotten something critically important, and the sense of familiarity with Anqi during physical contact, along with the instinctive embrace and kiss between their bodies—all of this stemmed from the sealed memories.

That monk was Master Zhiguang of Guiyuan Temple. When he sealed Liu Hui's memories, he left behind his unique spiritual power within Liu Hui's mind. After Liu Hui broke through to the Foundation Establishment stage of cultivation, his spiritual power surged, causing an automatic impact on the memory chain laid down by Master Zhiguang. This triggered the illusion of Master Zhiguang. Although this attempt failed to completely break the memory chain, a small amount of memory leaked from the chain, making Liu Hui realize he had forgotten things of great importance to him.

After Master Zhiguang’s passing, the energy of the memory chain he established significantly weakened, allowing Anqi, a novice, to crack it open and restore Liu Hui's lost memories. Judging by the rate at which the memory chain's energy was diminishing, even if Anqi hadn't intervened, Liu Hui would have broken Zhiguang’s seal and reclaimed his lost memories within half a year.

Liu Hui was now certain that Anqi was Shu Yan. Although Shu Yan was dead and Anqi was alive, with vast differences in their memories, appearance, and age, the electric sensation of familiarity and the instinctive embrace and kiss arising from physical contact confirmed to him that they were absolutely the same person. This electrifying feeling and bodily instinct were unique; no one could replicate or impersonate them. While Liu Hui still didn't understand why Shu Yan and Anqi were the same person, it didn't prevent him from drawing this strange conclusion.

Liu Hui quickly arrived at Anqi's home, but he did not see Anqi; instead, he met her adoptive father and mother. When Liu Hui asked about Anqi's whereabouts, her adoptive parents said Anqi had already rushed back to Chuzhou in China.

As Liu Hui stood stunned, Desheng called, saying that Anqi and the three bodyguards, including A'xia, were already on a flight back to Chuzhou, China.

Liu Hui was disappointed that he couldn't meet Anqi. After thinking for a moment, he told Desheng, "Arrange immediately—I need to go to Chuzhou as well. Also, mobilize our domestic personnel to get to Chuzhou and protect Anqi's safety. I don't want any mishaps."