It was late at night. Liu Sanniang was destined to not be able to sleep well tonight. After retrieving her memory, it was as if she had opened a box containing treasures. The sweet memories in the box overwhelmed her.
It made her remember what kind of person she used to be.
She had lived for many lifetimes, so she could not digest so many memories in one go.
However, she was not in a hurry either because she still had a lot of time to slowly digest and savor her past.
…
In the exquisite mansion, a stream of light entered a room. The woman lying on the bed looked old and her hair was all white. As the stream of light entered her heart, she, who was originally sleeping soundly, suddenly frowned.
Luo Huamei held her chest and sat up. Her face was covered with wrinkles. At this moment, she looked like she was in pain. Her pupils constricted, and she muttered a name. "Hongyuan."
