Chapter 99 Yu Zixuan remembered

Yu Zhiyi continued walking forward without turning her head.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by, and her sleeve was about to be grabbed.

But the man was not able to get his way; just as he was about to grab the long sleeve, he was bounced away by an invisible force.

Yu Zixuan was somewhat at a loss.

He looked at Yu Zhiyi, who was still walking briskly forward, a hint of grievance flashed in his eyes, then he gritted his teeth and chased after her again.

This time he was smarter and didn't try to touch her again. Instead, he stood in front of her and said, "Sister Yi!"

The boy stood tall and straight, firmly blocking Yu Zhiyi's path.

However, his round, dog-like eyes were full of guilt and helplessness, not at all like the confidence he showed.

Yu Zhiyi was forced to stop: "I have no relation to the Yu family anymore, so I am naturally not your sister."

"Yes! You are!" Yu Zixuan said hurriedly.

He remembered!

When he saw Yu Zhiyi use magic to subdue the Empress Dowager, he remembered everything!

Within the Yu family, no one believed that Sister Yi possessed any mystical arts or abilities.

Even though Sister Yi used this ability to help her family a few times, her family only thought it was a scam she had set up.

Instead of being grateful, her father rebuked her for being dishonest and using underhanded means to win his favor.

Since then, Sister Yi has stopped showing off her skills in front of outsiders.

That's right, an outsider.

At that time, he was not an outsider to Yi-jie, but her closest younger brother.

She never put her guard up against him, nor did she ever hide anything from him.

He knew all her secrets and enjoyed all her love and care.

Although he was born into the household of the Minister of Revenue, and his parents were still alive, and he had four older brothers and one older sister, these brothers and sisters did not like to be close to him because of his mental disability. They would only show him kindness when his parents were alive.

If their parents aren't around, they won't even bother pretending anymore.

Only Sister Yi remained consistent.

Although he was mentally challenged, his perception of good and evil was far more acute than that of ordinary people.

He could sense that even his parents disliked him somewhat.

Therefore, the only sister who didn't despise him was his salvation, the light in his dark teenage years.

He also remembered that on the day he returned home covered in bruises after being bullied by a few hooligans, Sister Yi looked at his injuries with an unprecedentedly solemn expression, and her eyes were not as clear and bright as usual.

She said: Xuan'er, your sister will never let anyone bully you again.

She did it.

After he regained his senses, his parents began to pay more attention to him, and his older siblings were willing to play with him again.

No one outside dared to bully him anymore.

But he forgot about her.

He also lost her.

“Sister Yi, I don’t know what happened either…” He looked at Yu Zhiyi pleadingly, “After I regained my senses, I forgot everything that happened before, and everyone says that you bullied me, they’re so sure of it…”

"Sister Yi, I know I was wrong, please forgive me!"

Yu Zhiyi looked calmly at the boy with pain in his eyes, and all the past events surfaced one by one.

The two little bundles of joy who used to huddle together for warmth have now both grown into adults.

Those days of mutual comfort and being each other's only one are gone forever.

She heard her own voice: "Oh no."

Yu Zixuan froze, tears streaming down his face: "Why? I know I'm a bastard, but that's because I forgot..."

"Yu Zixuan".

Yu Zhiyi calmly interrupted him: "People can lose their memory, but losing memory doesn't mean losing intelligence."

"In this vast Yu mansion, you can easily find out what kind of life you led before you turned eleven with just a little inquiry. Even if we ignore the fact that your parents, brothers, and sisters don't know, the servants who watched us huddle together for warmth, or even kicked us when we were down, all saw it."

“Even if these people are afraid to tell the truth because the wind is blowing in their favor, there are still so many pieces of evidence and traces of our past friendship in your room.”

"How did you react to these things? After seeing them, did you even pause for a moment to think about why they ended up in your room?"

Yu Zixuan was stunned.

After he regained his senses, he did indeed find many strange things in the room.

No, not just in the room.

He has it too.

The first thing he noticed was the amulet he was wearing around his neck.

The servants who were in charge of serving him told her that the amulet was drawn by the young lady herself, and that she had personally sewed a lucky bag containing the amulet before giving it to him.

When he was mentally impaired, he treasured it and never took it off except when bathing.

After regaining his senses, everyone said Yu Zhiyi was a liar, so he...

I threw away the amulet.

There were similar things in the room.

On his pillow was a talisman drawn with cinnabar by Yu Zhiyi. Yu Zhiyi said that this talisman could be used to nourish the soul, and perhaps with continued nourishment, he could regain his senses.

After he regained consciousness, he thought the scribbles were incredibly ugly, so he had them smashed and replaced with a new pillow.

There are many similar things.

In his eyes, these things were all evidence that Yu Zhiyi was playing tricks on him and deceiving him.

But it wasn't until he regained his memories that he realized it wasn't true at all!

All those pieces of evidence are proof that Sister Yi cherishes herself.

Even his family had given up on treating his mental disability, but she looked at him with heartache after seeing him being ridiculed.

That day, her eyes gradually hardened, as if she had made some extraordinary decision.

Then, the talisman appeared on his pillow.

He witnessed firsthand how she drew the talisman, and watched helplessly as her face turned from red to white after she finished drawing it. For the next few days, she remained sickly.

He clearly saw it all with his own eyes... so why did he forget?!

His lips trembled as he stammered, "Sister Yi, I...I really..."

"You forgot, didn't you?" Yu Zhiyi interrupted him.

"Yu Zixuan, memories can be forgotten, and temperaments can be changed, so it's normal for feelings to disappear, isn't it?"

After her fake heiress identity was revealed, her only source of warmth in the Yu family was her younger brother.

He is sincere, and she will reciprocate with utmost kindness.

So later, he was the one who stabbed her the hardest with the knife.

“Although it was not my intention, I did steal ten years of happy and stable life from Yu Jiaojiao. I admit it. So no matter how you have treated me all these years, I have endured it because it is what I owe Yu Jiaojiao, Minister Yu and Madam Yu.”

They felt that Yu Jiaojiao was gentle and kind, and that she had suffered a lot outside, so it was reasonable for her to target Yu Zhiyi no matter what.