Akhir Cerita Remembering Lichuan Novels & Stories

Holding his hand in mine, I linked his fingers through mine , like we had so many times before. Lucian snatched his hand away from mine and rolled onto his side to face the wall. “I do not know you , dont touch me” he snapped. “I dont know any of you”. “And stop calling me Lucian that is not my name”. A gasp echoed through the room as I fell to my knees and sobbed , what had happened to my Lucian to make him forget who I am and even worse to make him forget who he is. His memories must be in there somewhere , locked away safely waiting for him to remember that he is Lucian Radley and that he loves me .

We all knew Lucius wanted to help, but we couldn’t be left clueless until the last minute. "I will tell you. I’m just waiting for Stone to get his memory back so we can discuss it all together." He told Patrea before brushing his hand over his hair. He then shifted his gaze on me and asked, "How’s your memory? Can you remember why we’re here and who Lucija is?" "My head is still pounding, but nothing that I can’t handle. And yes, I remember why we’re here and who Lucy is. and I want her back here in my realm. So start talking and see if your plan will work."

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

She always came here alone on the anniversary of her mother's passing. But not once had she come here with Lucian. He had never brought up wanting to come either. She had always assumed that he didn't know. Besides, hadn't Lucian lost his memories of the past? "I recall some things," Lucian replied. Lately, fragments of the past would sometimes flash through his mind. Though fragmented, they helped him remember some things. The more he recalled, the more frequently he would receive bits and pieces of his memory. It was as if the floodgates were beginning to open.

If anything, it was growing more pronounced, as if proximity and shared calamity had roused something dormant rather than annihilated. I remembered the day in the council chambers and tried to recollect the exact words that I had uttered during the rejection ceremony. It was difficult to remember through the fog of guilt and the pressure I had felt to do what I thought was my duty. But when I stilled, looked at the details as though through the magnifier of the mate bond, I could tell how awful the truth was. I had never got to the no. It struck me like lightning when I saw that. I remembered beginning the deliberate words, remembered the flash of pain in Lily's eyes as I began to speak. But

I closed the book and went to find Cole. He was in the kitchen eating something standing up because apparently nobody in this pack used chairs for their intended purpose. “The memories,” I said. “When they come back. Is it always like that. Fragments.” He set his food down. Gave me his full attention. “Usually. The wolf remembers differently from the human brain. Scent first. Then sensation. Visuals come later.” He paused. “Did something come back.” “Something small,” I said. He nodded carefully. Not pushing.

Lie after lie, carefully sewn into my mind, unraveling all at once. I felt my chest tighten, the breath leaving me in a shuddering gasp. My fingers curled into fists, trembling. “No… no, it can’t be,” I whispered. “Everything… all of it…” Doctor Liang had nodded gently, his hands folded over his chest. “It is true. Your memories were replaced, carefully overwritten. But you are strong. You can reclaim what is yours.”

The person Mu Zichuan hated the most was Master Mu, consuming other people's youthful years to embellish his own pale and withered old age. Murong Cheng pursed his lips, coldly grunted, and said, "You think too much, Mu Zichuan, my mom doesn't remember you anymore!" "...... don't remember?" Mu Zichuan was stunned, a moment later the corners of his mouth tugged slightly, seemingly smiling, "She's always like this, it's good ...... not to remember, it's good ......" Murong Cheng's face was ugly. He knew what Mu Zichuan was talking about.

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 55: Let’s Talk Lixien, who was alone in the night remembered something. She had been occupied with matters in the Palace that she forgot someone. Someone whom she really liked. She doesn’t know if she felt the same now that she had feelings for Hux. She felt guilty, she knew. She wanted to make things clear with him. It was truly weighing heavy on her because she has a husband. She thought everything would be fine because there was nothing between them, however, everything seemed to fall down when she starts recalling her past.