Huayan always knew her master was lonely.
But the lonely figure of her master in her memories could never be reconciled with the brazen, bewitching leader of the demonic sect.
Only when that figure dressed in white appeared before her did Huayan suddenly realize that she had lost an extremely important memory somewhere.
The long-eyed man before her seemed to possess a certain magic in his words, always making her body act before her heart could catch up.
Even when he teased her, she felt an inexplicable sense of contentment and happiness.
Closing her eyes, Huayan's face blossomed into a genuine smile.
Yan'er remembered, Master.
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