Xu Que and Xuanyuan Wanrong had been walking together along the long, winding road that passed through the campus, with a shady forest of weeping willows on both sides. The atmosphere had been serene and comforting.
After Xu Que's memory had been restored, and, later, looking back on this experience, he'd remembered that he'd actually felt an inexplicable sense of nostalgia and warmth.
He hadn't talked much with Xuanyuan Wanrong. He'd walked ahead of her and reveled in the memories of his past. He'd thought that he'd finally found some peace after undergoing so many dangers and vicissitudes.
"Unfortunately, this is not the real world. It's just the world of my memory." Xu Que sighed. Although it wasn't the real world, he could still enjoy it.
He'd recalled what Xuanyuan Wanrong had said before the System had restored his memory, and he'd guessed more or less what was going on at this moment.
