These words seemed to have touched a nerve with Mo Yunzhao.

She suddenly stood up. "What right do you have to take away my memories? What right do you have to think that I only hate you? You have never asked me what my feelings for you really are. You have no idea that without these memories, it's like my heart has been ripped out."

When I opened my eyes, I was transported back ten years.

She was overjoyed, she was relieved, but her heart felt empty, as empty as a cave, with the cold wind howling around it, empty, cold, and painful.

Ling Jingyu lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry."

Mo Yunzhao's heart ached even more from his "I'm sorry" words.

He did not wrong her; she wronged him.

He was so angry that he wanted to storm off, but he forced himself to sit down.

"Who snatched the bowl of grapes from my sister? She said that when I was unconscious, I was almost kidnapped, and he saved me."

She hadn't thought about Ling Jingyu before, but ever since she snatched the grapes, she guessed it must be related to him.

Ling Jingyu looked up at her and honestly confessed, "It is my demonic spirit, formed from demonic power, with my essence and blood as its soul, and possessing my thoughts. You could say it is... another version of me."

"Why?" Mo Yunzhao leaned closer to him. "Ling Jingyu, if you dare to tell me even the slightest lie again, I'll make sure you never see me again in your life."

After being threatened like that, Ling Jingyu wouldn't dare to lie.

“Ah Zhao, I’m afraid of dying. After I die, no one will protect you. Even if I’m reborn, you know many of the consequences, but I’m still afraid. Since I can’t protect you and I don’t trust anyone else, I’ll create another version of myself so that the other me can protect you.”

Since we can't lie, let's tell the whole story.

Let her know how much he likes her.

Mo Yunzhao lowered his eyes, and that voice echoed in his mind again.

"Ah Zhao, I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid that after I die, no one will protect you."

The distant, indistinct voice became clear in that instant, merging with Ling Jingyu's voice.

The white-clad man kneeling in the ruins, digging at the ground with his bare hands, pleading desperately before the old man in the gray robe; and the white-clad man on the street who told her that candied hawthorns looked like agate…

These blurry figures have all become clear.

He is Ling Jingyu.

Memories that should have been taken away still remain.

Mo Yunzhao raised his head. "In my past life, was it you who saved me at Qinxin Lake?"

Ling Jingyu nodded.

"You're the one who cured my eyes too?"

"Um."

Mo Yunzhao: "Who was it that turned me into a poisoner?"

She now considers everything she doesn't remember to be Ling Jingyu.

Ling Jingyu pointed outside, “My master, the God of Medicine, you were poisoned and there was no cure. The only way to save your life was to turn you into a poison person.”

In her previous life, Ah Zhao was taken to refine poison, and her whole body was covered in poison, but she still failed.

It was only after he begged his master that his master transformed Ah Zhao into a poisoner.

The master did not practice poison making, but made an exception because of his pleas. After that... the master died, and Medicine God Valley was destroyed.

"Are there still people who can concoct poisons?" Mo Yunzhao asked.

She wanted to know who had turned Mo Bici into a poisoner.

Ling Jingyu nodded, "My uncle, known as the Medicine God, is from the Heavenly Net Tower and is my master's mortal enemy."

Mo Yunzhao hummed in agreement.

She actually had many questions, but she couldn't remember anything about him and therefore couldn't ask.

Ling Jingyu looked at her, "Ah Zhao, things are really good between us like this... You don't need to feel this way because of this..."