"You’ll understand eventually," Tianmiao replied softly to Dong Xiao.

Tianmiao slowly walked forward, crouched down, and reached out to brush the forehead of the petite woman.

Liang Bing stared fixedly at the tightly closed eyes of the woman before him, feeling increasingly anxious.

Luo Peng and the others held their breath even more, watching intently at the petite woman’s face without blinking.

Under everyone’s expectant gaze, the woman slowly opened her eyes and met Liang Bing’s.

"Husband... you’ve come to find me..." The woman’s voice was soft and gentle. Just awakened, she spoke rather haltingly, yet the joy in her eyes was almost palpable.

"Ah, I... I..." Liang Bing didn’t know what to say, stumbling over his words for a long time, unable to utter anything meaningful.

"Disciple, explain to her what happened," Tianmiao instructed Cui Wenyan to step forward and recount the events to the fox ancestor present.

"...Later, the scholar died of sorrow. The current Liang Bing was none other than the scholar in his past life. However, he no longer retains his previous memories," Cui Wenyan narrated the events exactly as they happened. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Ancestor, it was this gentleman who saved you," Luo Peng and the other fox spirits knelt on the ground, addressing the petite woman.

The petite woman scrambled up to kneel, "Mu Rou sincerely thanks the gentleman for saving my life. If you have any orders, I shall obey them even if it means my death."

"Rise. The rest is for you to settle," Tianmiao said calmly.

"Thank you, sir." The fox spirit ancestor named Mu Rou rose happily, then looked at Liang Bing, "Husband, what’s your name now?"

"Liang Bing." Liang Bing looked at the petite Mu Rou, estimating in his mind, thinking that this fox spirit was too short, right? Was she even 155cm? He had to lower his head to speak.

"It’s really wonderful to see you again. I knew my husband wouldn’t betray me, I know that. But back then, I had no choice but to protect my little fox cubs in escaping first. I wanted to return to find you, but I was too badly injured. I thought I’d go find you when I woke up, but didn’t expect to open my eyes and see you reincarnated." Mu Rou spoke gently, "I’m truly happy to see you again. Also, I’m sorry, husband, for letting you spend the latter part of your life in waiting. I know that feeling must have been very painful..."

"Hold on, hold on," Liang Bing raised his hand, "You know, I was reincarnated, but I don’t have the memories from before. You calling me husband feels very, very strange, you know?"

Mu Rou paused, her smile frozen.

Cui Wenyan sighed inwardly and turned away, unwilling to watch anymore. What she previously saw—a romantic love between the scholar and the fox spirit—was now like strangers. One remained in the sweetness, the other had forgotten everything. Such matters are truly cruel.

Wu Yihao tugged at his chin, critiquing in his heart. Apparently, those seductive and alluring fox spirits portrayed in stories are all lies, all lies. This petite woman named Mu Rou before him seemed more like a quiet student.

"Husband, you don’t remember? You’ve forgotten everything?" Mu Rou asked slowly and with difficulty, her eyes full of sorrow and disbelief, "Don’t you remember anything about us? You used to teach me to paint and write... We admired the snow together, ate hot pot together..."

Wu Yihao threw a sidelong glance at Liang Bing and spit out two words: "Trash man!"

Liang Bing looked bewildered, "I’m not, I didn’t, you’re talking nonsense."

"So what do we do now?" Wu Yihao replied casually in line with the situation, aware that he knew his pal wasn’t a trash man. But now, what’s to be done?