"Who is it? I hate this lotus seed soup the most, who brought it here!!" The girl looked mad with frenzy, even her eyes were bloodshot. In that image, another herself, in black clothes, with dark skin and a face full of pockmarks. "I... I remember you used to love this sweet soup?" The girl in white saw her, and the ferocity on her face melted away like ice in the sun... Yun Ge listened quietly, waiting for the person opposite to respond. Yet at the edges of her lips, there seemed to hang a sad smile. In our younger days, I could despise what you cherished, and fall for the fruit you loathed with a moth-to-the-flame passion. My joys and angers were never my own, dictated by your whims, heaven or hell within a single thought. And now, I stand at a crossroads, like a prisoner, waiting for you, the most treasured and important to me, to pronounce my sentence... This was a very vague memory. A sharp pang suddenly gripped Dong Huiying’s heart. This was a strange emotion, but suddenly, like a tide, it rushed towards her heart. "Don’t you remember?" Yun Ge’s voice was so lost as she softly continued, "Never mind, it’s neither here nor there... not something that must be remembered. If forgotten, then so be it." But the memories they once shared, now only she remembered, and that feeling was truly lonely. "No, it’s not that!" Dong Huiying said. "I... I indeed have forgotten many things. But I remember you, you used to like drinking lotus seed soup, there was a time when you stopped liking it, but then you began to drink it again..." Yun Ge opened her mouth, then suddenly stepped forward, "Purple chervil..." Zhang Yu hurriedly supported Yun Ge, preventing her from falling due to her blindness. White silk was stained with a ring of tears. "That’s good enough, that’s enough..." She groped, softly caressing the girl’s cheek. Purple chervil’s skin was smooth, different from before, but she was still alive, and she still remembered—that was the greatest blessing heaven had given her. "What happened to your eyes?" Dong Huiying helped her to sit down, she remembered... this person, Yun Ge, she wasn’t blind, so why had she tied a white silk over her eyes? Upon hearing this, Yun Ge laughed it off carelessly, "Just an accident." Her tone was casual, but it drew Zhang Yu’s pained glance. Doctor Yun feared the General’s self-blame, regret, worry. After the General left the Capital, she, Hong Fei, and those with her had suffered many hardships. Eventually, they faked their deaths with the help of Doctor Yun and managed to escape, but they endured many tribulations. Without the General, Doctor Yun became the cornerstone for everyone, and how much she had to bear no one knew. Like the loss of one eye, and her hair poisoned white... Dong Huiying picked up a lock of Yun Ge’s hair. This hair was very black, but its blackness was somewhat unnatural. She furrowed her brows, subconsciously looking at Liang Zhichen. Yun Ge, fearing that Dong Huiying might discover something amiss, gently grasped Dong Huiying’s hand, softly diverting her attention. "Purple chervil, it’s been nearly three years since we last parted, and I never expected that you would already be betrothed. Tell me about it, are you... doing well? Also, your face, the Devouring God Gu inside your body, what’s that all about?" Before Dong Huiying arrived, Yun Ge had already had a brief chat with the Dong family, but they knew very little about Dong Huiying’s resolution of the Gu. The Liang family, on the other hand, knew a great deal, but before the Liang family members could speak, Dong Huiying had already arrived.