Akhir Cerita Remembering Lichuan Novels & Stories

He didn’t hide. I cleared my throat, forcing my voice to soften. “Lucian, do you remember anything about your real mummy? Before you came here?” He didn’t speak at first. His thumb rubbed the edge of his blanket, over and over like he was tracing something only he could see. “I remember...a lady,” he whispered finally. “She smelled like soap. And she sang.” Eliana blinked back tears. “Did she tell you stories?” Lucian nodded. “About a big tree. And running away. She said...she said if I ever got scared, I should look for the tree.”

he said coldly. “Uh... good to see you too,” I replied hesitantly. Memories of our last encounter flashed in my mind, particularly how he had thrown a glass at Sir Xyver. “Are you scared of me, Lyrica?” he asked, his piercing gaze rooting me to the spot. “Sorry, Lucian. I just remembered what happened last time,” I admitted honestly. His expression darkened, and he stood up quickly, stepping closer to me. “I already apologized, Lyrica,” he said, his voice soft yet firm as he studied my face.

LUCA Alicia’s voice was quiet, but the words hit like a gunshot. "I don’t remember betraying you, Luca. I don’t… remember any of it." My jaw tightened. “Convenient.” She flinched, but I didn’t give a damn. I wasn’t about to fall for this. Not after everything. Rafael exhaled sharply. “Luca, she’s not lying. She barely remembers anything from the last few years. Just… you.”

She placed her parents in the rescue narrative as if she were reciting a script. Rowan listened, face still. When she reached the cabin scene, he asked, “What color was the rag.” She blinked. “Blue.” “We never owned a blue rag,” Rowan said. “The infirmary uses white linen.” Her smile held. “You’re misremembering. Trauma—” He opened the folder and slid the ledgers and bank receipts toward her. “Then correct the ledger. Correct the witnesses. Explain the transfers.” She didn’t touch the papers. “Rowan, if you’ve convinced yourself—”

I would have known that handwriting anywhere … I’d traced it in candlelight a hundred nights, searching for her voice in every curve of it. ⸻ I lifted the page, my hands beginning to shake harder than they had all day. “This prophecy…” I whispered. Lucien leaned over my shoulder to read it, and I watched every trace of color drain out of his face. “…how did your mother know his name?”

My fingers caressed the colored notes in my hands and the familiar feeling of longing overwhelmed me. FLASHBACK NARRATIVE ~16 years ago~ *Aidan's Elementary School* A little boy ran into the class of about fifteen kids. "Y'all!" He called the attention of his mates. "I heard 'boo hoo' couldn't get his fees paid. Boo-hoo!" He went to stand in front of a petite boy of around the same age as himself, blocking the little boy's view and taking his books from him.

She put on a cold face and a professional smile. Liam was secretly observing Jacyn's reaction. Did he just see her being jealous just now? But what he saw next made him drop his countenance. There was a hint of coldness in her eyes. He just couldn't fathom her anymore. What will he do for her to remember him? He had done everything already but it seemed that she really had no memories of him. He was really forgotten… "We're here, Young Master." Jawn spoke, waking him from his trance.

Principal Zhuge came forward, "Student Ming Yue, how was it?" "It's done." Ming Yue simply answered and gave order to Ling Mao, "Mao Mao, erase their memories." "Y-Yes, Master!" Ling Mao replied nervously but before she took the talisman from her sleeve, Mo Liu stepped forward, walking toward Ming Yue. "Little Moon, I refuse to have my memory erased." He said, his eyes and expression showed how he didn't accept any refusal from Ming Yue. "We too, Leader!" Mu Chen stepped forward, behind him, Ming Ran and Yu Wang followed.

Lilith's words trailed off, her confusion mounting. "Lilith, shut up!" Chul's voice cut through the air, his tone cold and commanding. A shiver ran down Lilith's spine in response. "What did you see in your memory?" he demanded, his gaze unwavering, though the emotions behind it remained concealed. "It was only things about you and her. I saw how she stabbed you, how you were tortured. And she was glaring at a dilapidated building... She called herself your wife and claimed to be a Bakunawa," Lilith poured out the details, her voice quivering with uncertainty.

“Part of me wants to cut them off again.” “Don’t.” “It would be a memento. Over the centuries, I’ve forgotten so many things. I don’t ever want to forget her. Or you. Or any of this.” I turned this over in my mind. “I understand. But if you’re going to remember this, then I propose we have experiences worth remembering.” ~