"Brother Motian, Sister Wan'er?" Wan'er looked at Motian with hazy eyes, her rosy lips trembling. At this moment, her lost memories seemed to return, and Wan'er's mind gradually cleared. "So, the scenes in my dream were all real. You really are my Brother Motian?"

“I knew it. You must have had the same dream as me. That’s right, Wan’er. I am your brother Mo Tian. I always have been, I am now, and I will be in the future.” Mo Tian’s eyes reddened as he nodded vigorously. “This temple and everything in it are not ordinary objects. Everything here has a spirit. It is this spirit that nourishes us, not only restoring your human form but also allowing you to remember your lost past.”

"So that's how it is, Brother Motian, I think I understand now." Wan'er nodded, a tear falling from her eye. She couldn't help but smile. "I misunderstood you. But could you explain in more detail?"

"Alright, then I'll tell you. This is the territory of the Turtle Immortal. It can awaken and repair all spirits, damaged bodies, and broken memories. So I knew you were that little goldfish. It's because our fate has brought us together again today."

Although you were just a petal at first, and later became a little goldfish, now you've fully recovered. That's why I saw you; it seems this fate was truly destined. When I first saw that petal, I knew it was no ordinary petal, which is why I picked you up from the ground.

During this time, although I don't know what you went through, I'm sure it was a calamity, just like I was back then. I became a blue cat, your pet, and eventually, I returned to my current form.

"Wan'er, what's with that look? Don't look at me like that. We're not ordinary humans, that's why we have these strange encounters. You need to learn to adapt. Look me in the eyes, and you'll know if I'm lying."

"I know you're not lying." Wan'er stared at Mo Tian, ​​the doubt in her eyes long gone, replaced by countless shimmering lights. She shook her head excitedly, then nodded, "Remember that time I gave you..."

"You gave me to that wicked woman, thinking she was my master. Later, fearing you would abandon me again, I obediently did housework every day..."

"So you were the one who did all the housework. No wonder the house is so tidy..." Wan'er sighed deeply, looking into Mo Tian's deep blue and melancholy eyes. His gaze was indeed very similar to that of the Little Prince.

Although she believed what Mo Tian said, Wan'er suddenly thought of a question: "There's something I don't understand. You are the city lord of Tongling City, so why have you become a blue cat?"

"Well," Mo Tian suddenly choked up as he spoke, a person appearing in his mind, "Speaking of this, I have to thank someone, her, she is your mother, Yueya'er."

"What? This matter is also..." It turns out it's related to her mother. Wan'er's eyes immediately turned cold as she looked at Mo Tian in disbelief. "Could it be that my parents' deaths are related to you?"

No, no, I don't want that answer, Hua Motian, you'd better explain yourself clearly, or I'll hate you.

"It can't be said that it's completely unrelated. Listen to me, my little sister Wan'er, I only understand now that all of this was your mother's ingenious arrangement."