After a while, Jiang Yan pulled Ke Min away, walked to the old man, squatted down, and whispered, "Uncle Qian."
After Ke Min was pulled away, he quickly followed and stood warily half a step in front of Jiang Yan.
Hearing Jiang Yan's words, he looked closely at the old man's deeply wrinkled face with some curiosity. Was he someone his master had known since childhood?
Someone walked up to him, and only then did the old man belatedly raise his head from under the umbrella, squinting at them with his cloudy eyes.
Upon seeing Jiang Yan's outstanding appearance, his sluggish brain felt a sense of familiarity.
Ke Min could tell from the old man's droopy eyes, blank stare, and lack of reaction to their commotion that the old man had probably forgotten what he was doing.
Jiang Yan waited calmly, allowing the old man, whose reaction was notoriously slow, to slowly recall the events.
Old Man Qian placed the brush in a wooden tray to the side, hunched over, and slowly pointed to the direction beside him.
Then his lips moved slightly, his voice dry, rough, and hoarse, "The child... the child, that child..."
Seemingly aware that his speech was unclear and that he was afraid the people wouldn't understand, Old Man Qian deliberately repeated himself many times.
Ke Min listened several times before he could tell that the old man Qian was saying "child".
Jiang Yan nodded and said calmly, "Yes, it's me."
Old Man Qian leaned forward and reached out to move the light towards Jiang Yan so that he could see Jiang Yan more clearly.
He kept his eyes squinting, as if it would make it easier to see.
He stared at Jiang Yan for a while, and a smile seemed to appear on his wrinkled face. "You've grown up."
The room was dimly lit, and outside it was raining heavily. The oil lamp at the shop entrance had gone out at some point, and it was unclear whether the wind had blown it out, the rain had soaked the cotton wick, or both.
The only light in the shop was right in front of Old Man Qian.
The warm orange light shone on everyone's faces. Ke Min glanced at the old man's wrinkled face and the smile that was forced out of that wrinkled face, as if he could see what he would look like when he was old.
He sighed inwardly, thinking that time waits for no one, and even the most dashing and handsome men become the same in their old age.
He suddenly understood Mu Guo and his group; he should take advantage of his prime years to enjoy life to the fullest.
His master's appearance surpassed that of all the handsome men in their Bogu Imperial City. Upon closer inspection, he felt that even the girls were no match for his master. Beautiful as he was, he was not without his imperfections.
However, looking at it now, it seems that when the master gets old, he won't be much better than them. They all have wrinkled faces, and besides, the master doesn't care about his appearance.
He glanced at his master, the warm light reflecting on his handsome face. For some reason, he felt that after Old Man Qian said those words, the chilling aura that had lingered in his master's usually aloof eyes had dissipated considerably.
Ke Min stroked the stubble on his chin, secretly glancing at Jiang Yan, who was exchanging a few words with Old Man Qian.
It's rare to see my master's expression soften like this; I'll cherish every glimpse I get.
In the future, when facing a gloomy and indifferent master, he can take this out and reflect on it again; perhaps then he won't be afraid anymore.
After gradually getting the hang of the conversation with Old Man Qian, Jiang Yan began to guide him to recall things from the past.
"Uncle Qian, do you remember who ordered the umbrella from you back then?"
Old Mr. Qian always spoke slowly, and before he spoke, he would pause for a while to organize his thoughts.
Jiang Yan waited patiently.
"Isn't it you?" Old Man Qian asked hesitantly.
Jiang Yan shook his head. "It wasn't me. I came to pick up the umbrella, but I wasn't the one who ordered it here. Please think about it again, sir."
Shu Yun looked down at the oil lamp that occasionally flickered with flames.
Ordinary people wouldn't deliberately recall the past, and even if they occasionally think of it, they wouldn't delve into those unclear fragments of memory.
But Jiang Yan is no ordinary person.
She thought that by erasing his memory, she would no longer exist in his world, and that her time in the mortal realm would disappear silently into the river of time due to the magic.
Jiang Yan, whose memories had been sealed by her, stubbornly and persistently searched for information about that blank past in the mortal realm.
Looking at Jiang Yan, whose expression softened after Old Man Qian said, "Child, you've grown up," she suddenly felt a lump in her throat.
What did Jiang Yan do in order to regain that memory, in places she couldn't see? He became a demonic cultivator and had the ability to break the seal and retrieve his memories. Did he ever blame her after that?
Regardless of whether he blamed her or not, he didn't show any resentment in front of her. Instead, he acted as if nothing had happened and quietly stayed by her side.
He did exactly the same things for her as when he was still a mortal.
Shu Yun swung her leg, gave a self-deprecating laugh, no wonder Jiang Yan insisted on making her wear the Linglong Shackles no matter what she said. If it were her...
If it were her, she definitely wouldn't want to believe it anymore.
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