"Since it was so hard to forget, why insist on remembering again."
Inside their wooden cabin, Xiao Qing sat by the bedside, gazing at her sister who lay upon the bed. Her master's words echoed in her mind.
Xiao Qing lowered her gaze to the Memory Soul Pill in her palm, her eyes filled with conflict.
"Xiao Qing..."
As Xiao Qing was lost in thought, her sister's weak voice came from the bed.
"Sister, how are you feeling...?" Xiao Qing quickly put away the Memory Soul Pill and helped her sister sit up, leaning her against the headboard.
"I don't know..." Bai Ruxue frowned. "I feel like I had a very, very long dream, but I can't remember anything about it."
"Xiao Qing..." Bai Ruxue gripped Xiao Qing's wrist tightly. "Can you tell me what it is I've forgotten?"
