Akhir Cerita Remembering Lichuan Novels & Stories

I heard a child’s laughter. Then footsteps. A metal door. A woman crying. A man’s voice. Don’t let her remember. I clutched my head. Another voice followed. My own. But it was the voice of a little girl. What is the code? Then Lucien’s younger voice answered. She said we’d know when the moon turned red. The memory vanished. I opened my eyes. “What was that?” Lucien stared at me. “I remember it.” “You do?” He nodded slowly.

Integrity above power. Saria grabbed her head. “Ah!” Dan immediately moved toward her. “Saria!” She pushed him away. “Don’t touch me!” Everyone froze. Another memory flashed. A little girl. Lily. Running toward her. “Mummy!” Then a man’s voice. “Don’t let her see the documents.” Saria’s eyes widened. Documents. Money. A locked room. Someone crying. Then nothing. The memory disappeared. Saria breathed heavily. Lucas came closer.

Fortunately, with the help of my friends in Italy and Greece, I finished my schooling in business course and applied as Barack's secretary who is now my fiancé. My heart was heavy upon reminiscing the past. It was squeezing me inside, preventing me from breathing smoothly. I did not know what happened afterwards, my mind was nowhere to be found. The next thing I just knew was we were already inside the van and my son was watching the colourful lights outside. I motioned my hands to my face and noticed my wet cheeks. I immediately wiped it with my fingers and heaved a heavy deep breath. Am I really ready to face my past and remember the forgotten?

It kept her grounded in the present, preventing her from entirely drowning in the stormy sea of feelings that threatened to pull her under. With the silence of the mountains stretching out before her, Rebecca closed her eyes and allowed herself to look inward. Her memories of her past life were not a vast, continuous historical chronicle—she had not survived the great Elven wars or witnessed the centuries of magical stagnation. Her memories were few, fragmented, and delicate. For her, it was not a chronological history, but a profound, instinctual soul remembering another. It was a lingering sense of a simpler time, an ancient era when Lucian was still mortal, before the curse of the Lycan l

“Senior, what happened to Senior? Why does Senior look so restless?” Xu Xiaofei massaged his own forehead and then shook his head a few times. "You remember the maid who brought the rum just now?" Xu Xiaofei asked Yang Zi in a whisper. "Yes. What's with the maid?" "It’s weird! When I saw his face, I felt like I knew the maid! Not only that, I suddenly remembered the Book of the Seven Heavenly Knights that existed in a sinking civilization. How strange, when I remember the maid's face, suddenly the memories of the Luzon Sea come together!” Xu Xiaofei rubbed his head again, trying to understand the strange phenomenon that was running through his mind.

Su Yeon replied to Lufan, “Because I met him that day… he was a real-life devil! But… why he doesn’t remember anything?” Wang Lufan finally understood the situation. He confirmed with him, “So you don’t remember anything? Then how did you recognize me?” The young man said with an obvious face, “Of course because we are childhood friends.” “That’s it? Nothing else? What is the last thing you remember about me?” Lufan asked. “You wanted to become a doctor and used to bug your class teacher about the entrance exam.” He replied with a creased forehead. ‘So he forgot everything happened in those two years’ Lufan concluded. He said, “You should remember everything quickly, only then I can ‘Talk’ t

Kioni I understand everything now. The little girl I always fought in my dream was me. The little girl was fighting to get in my head, and I refused but all she ever wanted was to get back to where she belonged. She held all the memories I had forgotten about. The good and the bad she carried them all and every time for ten years I had fought her back. All the memories were within my grasp and the simple thing I did brought all of them back.

"She's rather close to the Liu." "Chloe?" Ciaran quickly lightened up with her name. Zephrain shook his head in disbelief, muttering about being hopeless. Zillah smiled as she poured water on her wild peony flowers that changed into different colors as the water hit the petals. "The other Liu. Lucian Liu." "Oh?" Zillah perked up, one of her sleek eyebrows rising in surprise. Now, this is interesting, she thought to herself as she put down the teapot on the table.

This is not the town I grew up with. "You looked surprised to our town, Aliyah. Is it true that you lost some of your memories?" Gail asked. "Yes, I forget almost all of my old memories," I lied because I am not really sure what happened. I did change a lot of things. "Is that so? Don't worry I will make you remember all of your forgotten memories. Your mom said that you are coming back to work just yet." I still don't have plans too. I still need to know what really happened. I still have many questions, although some of them are already answered, it is still blurry in my mind. I really can't connect the pieces of puzzles they are giving to me.

Maybe the silence between them was too much that he was able to hear her whisper. “Where am I? Did you bring me here?” Mirco looked at her pointedly as if she said something wrong. Why does this man seem to have his blood boiling because of her? She’s not doing anything wrong anyway! “One of my safe houses. Didn’t you remember?” Klynne frowned. How could she remember when it’s her first time here? Mirco didn’t let her speak again because he already walked away, asking himself, ‘how could she forget a very important place for them? Is she trashing all their memories?’