Ashileyan didn't answer directly. Sitting behind him, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips and said, "We're almost there. You'll know when we get there."

For some reason, he felt an inexplicable excitement at the thought of meeting Shu'er soon.

Li Shushu noticed his attitude, calmed down, and observed the surrounding environment. As she looked, her eyes gradually began to moisten.

She was still young at that time and had been away for quite a long time. After so many years, she could hardly remember the specific location of the Loy tribe.

She once thought that after coming to Ashler, she must find a way to come back and take a look.

But these days, except for transforming into a cat and walking around the tent, she was trapped in the tent all the time and couldn't move.

Ashileyan obviously understood her.

Eight years have passed, and although many scenes have changed, the place where the Luoyi people originally lived has basically been razed to the ground.

With Ashirdi in power, no one else dared to live here.

But in the box of memory, the mountain, the tree, and the winding stone path that she had walked countless times as a child still existed quietly.

Ashileyan carried her to a stop under a towering tree. After helping her off the horse, he pulled out a tinder, pulled her to the side of the tree, pointed to several horizontal lines on the tree, and asked in a trembling voice, "Do you remember this?"

Li Shushu moved closer, stretched out her slender jade fingers, and brushed over the scratches on the tree. Sweet and joyful voices unconsciously came to her mind: "Wow, Dad and Mom, look, I've grown a little taller. In a few years, I'll be as tall as Brother Yan!"

"Yes, as long as our Shu'er eats well, she will be able to catch up with your brother Yan's height soon." At that time, Dad gently stroked Li Shushu's hair and coaxed her with a doting look on his face. Mom leaned against Dad's arm, nodding and smiling.

"Brother Yan, see? I will surpass you soon! See if you can still bully me!" The little girl, who was only seven or eight years old, had a naive look on her face and didn't know her place.

"Yes, yes, you are the best, you grow the fastest, and you will soon surpass me. I am so scared!" At that time, Brother Yan had lived with them for three years and had transformed from a cold boy into a man with some warmth.

Especially when facing her, he almost always responds to her requests and is not cold at all.

"You... are you Brother Yan?" The sweeter the memories, the more painful the reality.

Li Shushu's eyes were already filled with tears as she recalled the past. She choked up and asked the question that had been lingering in her mind for a long time, "If you were him, why did your appearance change so much?"

Brother Yan was not her. She was only eight years old at that time. Her appearance naturally changed a lot after growing up. It was normal that others could not recognize her.

But when Brother Yan separated from her, he had already begun to look like an adult. Even though eight years had passed and he had become more mature and stronger, he should not have changed to the point that she could not recognize him.

Could it be because she was too young back then and her memory is distorted?