The hazy outline of the lingering memories of fairyland
As the light at the entrance to the Ye Luoli Wonderland gradually dimmed, what came into view was a field of fluorescent flowers, their petals swaying gently in the wind, scattering tiny specks of light. Wen Zike, holding Wang Mo's hand, huddled in the crowd, her small body nestled among them, her large eyes curiously surveying her surroundings, a strange sense of familiarity suddenly welling up in her heart.
The atmosphere here was so similar to that vague place deep in her memory.
"Coco, what's wrong?" Wang Mo noticed her distraction and asked softly.
Little Coco tilted her head, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the clover in her arms, her voice soft: "I think... I've been here before."
Her memory was veiled, so blurry she couldn't grasp even a fraction of it. She only remembered a sea of flowers more vibrant than fluorescent blossoms, and many older girls and boys in beautiful clothes. Their smiles were gentle; they would kneel down to pat her head and offer her sweet fruit. She remembered running through the flowers, her skirt damp with dew, laughter echoing behind her. But when exactly was that? Where were her parents? She couldn't remember anything.
"Perhaps it's a dream from your childhood." Chen Sisi walked over and gently ruffled her hair. "The atmosphere of a fairyland can easily evoke beautiful memories in people's hearts."
Clover blinked its green eyes gently but didn't speak. It could sense that Coco's memories weren't dreams, but rather a past deliberately sealed away by some force. Those blurry older brothers and sisters, those fairy-tale scenes, might be inextricably linked to the secret of the four-leaf clover.
Shu Yan pushed up his glasses and looked around thoughtfully: "The magic of the fairyland can affect people's memories. Maybe Coco's past is really related to this place."
Jianpeng had already pulled Liangcai towards the vine swing not far away, and called back, "Don't think about it! Let's play for a while first!"
Attracted by the sound of the swing, Xiao Ke temporarily put aside her doubts and ran over with Wang Mo's hand. Her silvery laughter echoed among the flowers, but she didn't notice that Prince Minsk was hiding in the shadows behind her, his icy blue eyes fixed on her, and magic quietly flowing from his fingertips.
The information he found revealed that Wen Zike's background was already vague, but now it seemed that this little girl's past was far more valuable than he had imagined. Those sealed memories might just be the key to unlocking the power of the four-leaf clover.
“Memory…” Minsk murmured, a calculating smile curving his lips. “Then let me help you ‘remember’ everything.”
Meanwhile, far away in the human world, Wen Lianyao stared blankly at the moonlight streaming through her window. She pulled out an old photograph; it showed only a tiny baby, wrapped in pink swaddling clothes, against a backdrop of a blurred sea of flowers. She felt this photograph was related to Coco, but couldn't recall where she'd found it. The throbbing in her heart grew stronger; she vaguely sensed that her eldest sister's return, her younger sister's journey to the fairyland, and this old photograph were all tightly bound together by an invisible thread.
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