Actually, not much time had passed when Chu Chengfeng had finished these tasks, when Sima Xiaowen slowly opened her eyes.

At first glance, it seemed as if centuries had passed, yet it seemed to have flashed by like a fleeting moment.

She stared blankly at Chu Chengfeng before her, who was also the Mo Li Young Clan Leader of the past, and her childhood playmate, her first love when she was awakening to emotions.

The two of them had experienced much, yet they were torn apart repeatedly.

They both went through their Nirvana around the same time; in this lifetime, she proceeded his by more than a decade. Yet despite this, they met again. If it weren’t for what happened later, they might have already registered their marriage certificate.

Thinking of all she has been through during this time, Sima Xiaowen ground her teeth silently.

At this moment, Chu Chengfeng squatted in front of her, looking at her intently, his tall figure squatting there like a devoted puppy trying to please her.

His eyes were filled with unease and apprehension.

Such was Chu Chengfeng, only in front of her would he reveal such an expression.

His icy heart finally softened bit by bit, and then she heard him gently ask, "Xiao Wen, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Sima Xiaowen quietly looked at him, then stood up and sat on a chair, casting a glance at the Jade Pillow beside her, reaching out her hand towards Chu Chengfeng, "Give me the Red Coral Bead Hairpin."

Chu Chengfeng quickly handed her the hairpin; Sima Xiaowen gazed again, and indeed, this was exactly the same as the birthday gift her father gave her years ago. If she hadn’t known better, she would have thought the lost one had been found.

Chu Chengfeng was constantly watching her expression, and he noticed Sima Xiaowen’s current expression towards the Red Coral Bead Hairpin was different than before.

Previously, it was mere surprise, but now it seemed like she was comparing something...

An incredible thought suddenly rose in his mind.

Chu Chengfeng felt his hands trembling, and his heart was pounding.

Could it be, could it be...

Had Xiao Wen recovered her memory?

He didn’t dare to ask because right now Sima Xiaowen’s expression was calm, cold, and no different from usual.

At this moment, a breeze blew over Phoenix Lake, causing ripples across the water surface. Although there was a Barrier present, the chirping of paired birds nearby could still be heard.

It’s uncertain how much time passed before Sima Xiaowen finally moved her gaze from the hairpin onto Chu Chengfeng.

As their eyes met, neither knew what to do for a moment.

Sima Xiaowen was also filled with emotions.

For now, she didn’t want Chu Chengfeng to know she had recovered her memory.

For reasons unknown, Sima Xiaowen involuntarily glanced at Chu Chengfeng’s teeth.

She remembered the chaotic scene when they first met.

Though things returned to normal within a few days.

Yet, every time she thought of it, she couldn’t help but laugh; at the time, she really was fierce, daring even to hit the Young Clan Leader. It must be said, her father truly doted on her then.

Thinking of this, Sima Xiaowen’s expression softened a little, but she didn’t want to forgive Chu Chengfeng. They had already broken up; she wouldn’t look back.

So, Sima Xiaowen finally spoke, "Is this Red Coral Bead Hairpin a gift for me?"

Chu Chengfeng nodded affirmatively, "Yes, it’s for you, just regrettably delivered many years late."

Speaking at this point, Chu Chengfeng pondered for a moment before tentatively asking, "Xiao Wen, have you remembered something?"

Sima Xiaowen decisively shook her head, "No, I haven’t remembered anything." After saying this, she put the hairpin into her trench coat pocket, gazing at the picturesque landscape across Phoenix Lake. The scenery here was truly beautiful; when she grew old, returning here to retire might be ideal.

Hearing Sima Xiaowen’s denial, Chu Chengfeng wasn’t without disappointment.

He felt uneasy, unsure whether Sima Xiaowen had remembered, but he dared not probe further.

Hoping without probing out a denial left room for some hope, whereas probing might eliminate even that. At this moment, Chu Chengfeng preferred to remain blind and deaf.

Chu Chengfeng chuckled softly, his voice gentle, "If you can’t remember, don’t dwell on it. Ultimately, it was I who wronged you in the past, so long as you allow me the opportunity, even as mere friends, I’ll do my utmost to make amends to you."

Sima Xiaowen smiled faintly, "I lack nothing and don’t need your compensation; that matter is long over. We weren’t discussing it anymore, and now we should maintain the status quo."

In truth, the current state between them was good; they couldn’t completely sever their interactions, after all, they belonged to the same clan and were entwined professionally too.

Yet Sima Xiaowen had no desire to look back.

After the fireworks had been set off, she was utterly heartbroken.

Now, if Chu Chengfeng came to stir up trouble, that would truly be a bit wicked.

At this moment, Chu Chengfeng stood up, he pondered a moment, then sat down on the other side of the long bench.

He began speaking to himself, "Actually, speaking now seems meaningless and futile; sometimes even I find it pointless to go on.

But some words bottled up for too long are indeed difficult to endure knowing not the strength of the persistence from the former Chu Chengfeng’s consciousness when encountering moments where you were sad and distressed, that awareness almost wishing to devour me."

Sima Xiaowen suddenly turned her head to look at Chu Chengfeng; it was her first time hearing him speak of this matter. She wasn’t uninterested, but she didn’t want to ask, as asking would unravel many poignant matters.

Moreover, during the time she spent in the Divine Land, she hadn’t given Chu Chengfeng the opportunity.

Sima Xiaowen bit her lip but said nothing, yet she remained in place.

In the corner of his eye, gathering snippets of joy was Chu Chengfeng’s heart; as long as Sima Xiaowen was willing to listen, he would disclose certain matters to her.

Not hoping for her forgiveness but she should know, Chu Chengfeng had genuinely loved her and once wished to perish alongside her.

Thus, Chu Chengfeng sat beside Sima Xiaowen, not directing his gaze towards her, but looking at the shimmering lake surface, slowly revealing his unusual circumstances during this period and interactions with Liu Ling to Sima Xiaowen.

Sima Xiaowen hadn’t expected the twists and turns in Chu Chengfeng’s life; she had thought he was enjoying success, yet he occasionally battled with his former self.

Perhaps it was fate’s jest.

Sima Xiaowen turned her head, eyes misted, initially intending to listen calmly but how could her heart remain unstirred, especially upon hearing the integration of Chu Chengfeng’s and Mo Li’s memories towards the end.