“You’re my brother? Why do I have no impression of you!” I looked at the man in confusion, my consciousness constantly battling. He seemed so familiar, yet my mind held no memories. Even if I was truly sick, why did I not feel even a hint of familiarity with someone who had been by my side?
“Yes, I am your brother Yin Can, and you are Yin Hui, my only sister.” He looked at me seriously with his profound eyes, with nothing but genuine concern visible.
I stared at him blankly, trying to find a sense of familiarity in his eyes, but there was none—not even a shadow of a memory remained.
“What about the others? My family?” I murmured, feeling like I was sinking into an endless abyss.
“There are no others. You only need your brother!” His domineering words carried no emotion, and my subconscious continuously resisted this inexplicably appearing brother.
I painfully pressed my temples, feeling exhausted. My eyelids were heavy, wanting to close, but images continuously spun in my mind, tantalizingly out of reach.
“Hui’er just woke up, rest now. I’ll go out and call Xiao Wu later!”
” He spoke with a light laugh, his voice tinged with an indescribable tenderness. His overwhelming presence was carefully concealed.
“Hmm?” I looked at him, constantly searching my mind for any impression of this strange face, finding nothing, no memories. Yet Xiao Wu’s shadow was frozen in my mind, with blurry images continuously flashing.
Chapter Fourteen: Brother? Family…
I lowered my brow in thought, and my head began to hurt intensely, preventing me from searching for any other memories. Helplessly shaking my head, I slowly lay down, repeatedly telling myself I might be overthinking.
Though wanting to sleep, my consciousness refused to shut down, continuously contemplating various possibilities. Despite repeatedly telling myself to stop, I continued to overthink.
“Brother, brother!…” Such a strange word, seemingly a luxury I’d never had before, without even a hint of intimacy, only distant strangeness.
My hand unconsciously gripped the blanket tightly, eyes firmly closed, desperately telling myself to sleep—
The night was unusually deep, with a hint of oppressive gloom in the air.
“Remember what you should and shouldn’t say?” A cold voice transmitted through the air, Yin Can’s stern face devoid of previous tenderness, replaced by an irresistible authority.
“Yes!” Xiao Wu’s respectful voice was submissive, seemingly familiar yet strange.
“Continue serving her without any mistakes. After she wakes up, her temperament will change.”
I don’t want her to remember anything from before, understand?”
“Yes!” The unchanging respectful response.
“Go check if Hui’er is awake!”
Xiao Wu could only stare blankly at his retreating back, always like this—he never looked at her directly.
Xiao Wu’s eyes followed his figure, her face showing only deep sorrow.
Turning, tears crossed her delicate face, scattering nearby fallen leaves.
Chapter Fifteen Training (1)
I gazed at the starry night, moonlight like water, endlessly cool.
Wind gently swayed the branches in the courtyard. Distant clouds had retreated, leaving a vast, deep sky. The pale moon slowly traversed through cloud shadows, softly illuminating. Beneath the silvery light, a black-robed man leisurely sat on a tree branch, playing a flute, his white robe casually draped, swaying in the wind—like a night king, radiating dignity.
This person was my brother, but since awakening, I felt nothing for him. Despite his meticulous care, I avoided him like a venomous snake.
“Hui’er, why aren’t you saying anything?” His voice had lost its previous severity, smiling at me.
“Brother’s flute sounds nice, but why does Hui’er have no memory!” I never believed him. His protection and care were directed only at me, yet I could not see any truth in his eyes.
A ridiculous performance. In a world of memory loss, there are no such coincidences—unless someone deliberately arranged it.
I lightly brushed the hair from my forehead, my disheveled hair making me feel irritable. Yet my face still wore a faint, entirely false smile.
“I will cure your illness, but the premise is that you must learn medicine from me, otherwise the disease will be uncontrollable in the future. Although my Hui’er is only eight years old, she still needs some kung fu for self-defense. Starting tomorrow, I will personally teach you.” The warm voice was not sharp or aggressive, but it made one feel a bone-chilling coldness, as if the entire person was in an ice cave.
“Okay!” I obediently lowered my head in agreement.
I looked at this strange brother with a confused gaze, this brother who seemed to dote on me extremely, but had never felt the warmth of family from the beginning to the end.
“Let’s go, go rest. It’s late, your body is too weak. Rest well, and we’ll start our training tomorrow!”
“The soft tone was clearly impossible to refuse, completely losing the previous affection.
He never asked me if I wanted to, just unilaterally making decisions for me. If he truly cared about me, if he were truly my closest relative, he would not so blatantly disregard my wishes.
“Mm, okay!” I seemed to always just obediently agree. Even though I knew everything was so unrealistic, the answer that escaped my lips surprised even myself.
Turning away, in an instant I finally felt what I was like—a puppet, a puppet unable to control even my own consciousness.
Chapter Fifteen Training (2)
Compared to a puppet, I was probably even less than a puppet because a puppet has its own memories, while my memories were erased by my own master, who was the person claiming to be my brother.
Then, a voice in my heart kept saying, don’t go, I want to see what my brother is doing.
I slowly turned and slipped into the nearby forest, quietly watching him. He wouldn’t blow a flute for no reason, wouldn’t come out at night without purpose.
By the moonlight, I saw his gloomy face. When facing me, he was full of tenderness, but now he was filled with a strange darkness.
As expected, a silver figure appeared in the night, the silver figure particularly dazzling in the deep night, immersed in the coolness of the darkness.
I didn’t want to delve into their conversation, didn’t want to think about what plans they might have because I didn’t want to torment myself.”
Investigating too much would only bring more pain. I’m just an ordinary, lazy person who doesn’t want to investigate too much or eavesdrop on their conversation.
Slowly moving away, I could only vaguely hear their blurred conversation, but couldn’t make out the specific content.
“Miss, it’s getting cold at night. Please rest early!” Somehow, Xiao Wu was already behind me, and I didn’t know how long I had been wandering here.
“Yes, Miss’s health isn’t good. It’s better to go back and rest early at night. Young Master said he will personally teach you medicine tomorrow!” She spoke seriously, but I didn’t miss the trace of envy and unwillingness in her eyes.
A bitter smile rose in my heart. So it wasn’t just my imagination. Even she knew about my task tomorrow, but I was unaware. If I hadn’t gone to hear him play the flute, would he have told me?
Xiao Wu seemed to see my daze and the grievance in my eyes, draped a coat over my shoulders, and softly said, “Miss, Young Master really cares for you. Don’t overthink it. Let’s go back. You can’t be tired!” Her respectful voice no longer had the previous familiarity. She was the only person who felt familiar when I woke up, but now she felt so strange.
“Let’s go!”
I sighed softly in my heart. Even if I thought so much, what difference would it make? My fate was still in someone else’s hands. But now, leaving or staying made no difference. The only difference was the place where I would stay.
Chapter Sixteen Growing Memories…
