Akhir Cerita Remembering Lichuan Novels & Stories

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."

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.”

Lian Hua placed her index finger on Long Chen's forehead, and she prepared to try to read Long Chen's memories with her technique. "Well, not my woman but my aunt!" As Long Chen's voice came out, Lian Hua's face suddenly became serious and a sense of anxiety covered her body. "Fire whip!" CLANG... BAAAM... "Is auntie late?" Asked the woman who suddenly appeared in front of Long Chen. The woman was none other than Qin Lu'er, at the sight of Qin Lu'er's face, made Long Chen's heart become relieved. "No, I just finished." Long Chen replied with a smile but was unable to stand up as he was a little tired.

"And you weren't smiling when you came out of his room. You had an extreme moody expression, so we were suspicious," "Yes." She ran her hands through her hair dramatically. "I was having an intense headache then. I couldn't remember a thing, so I felt my head wanted to burst in pieces." "Yes, same here. Infact, jennifer was also going through the same, we can't remember anything." "Well, it will come whenever it wishes to; Lucian told me about everything not too long ago, And now, I can remembered everything." "And here, I thought something as crazy as having sex with Lucian without using any contraceptive." Lizzie chuckled, mocking herself for thinking such.

Friendships that never happened. Worlds that existed only as ideas. Liana felt a strange sadness. "You remember all of them." "Yes." "How?" "Because that was my purpose." The other Liana stepped closer. "I remember everything that was refused." Liana looked at Memory. "And he remembers everything that was forgotten." Memory nodded. "And I..." Liana looked down at the Celestial Heart. "...remember everything that was chosen." The three stood in silence. Choice. Memory. Refusal. Three fragments born from the same beginning.

"It's him standing right there, in that packhouse, completely unaware that tonight was supposed to matter at all. It's everyone around him so determined to let him forget gently instead of fighting to help him remember." "For what it's worth." Lucas's gaze stayed fixed on the moon rather than on me, giving me the privacy of not being watched too closely while I worked through everything still raw beneath the surface. "I don't think forgetting a promise erases the man who made it. I think he's still in there somewhere, Clara. Buried under everything Serena's built around him, but still there. I have to believe that, or none of this makes any sense at all." "You really believe that?"

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.

"Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world." Did this mean if time travel existed and that if she took part in it, she wouldn't remember anything from the new world? Like she would lose her memories? Thalia doubted it. She flipped through the book, inspecting it more cautiously. She wasn't exactly a superstitious person in any way, so there was no way all this was real. Shrugging her shoulders, she searched for a pen in her bag and recited the popular saying under her breath, "There's no harm in trying…"

Her chin lifted high again, her voice smug and loud. "See? I told you all! The woman in the video was Aurora. Even Mr. Strickland himself can prove it—" But she didn't even get to finish before she got cut off.