I Came, I Saw, I Remembered

The day Jiang Yuheng woke up, the System told her that her talent was called “I came, I saw, I remember.” F-rank, upgradeable, with a maximum rank of S. She had always thought she was just an ordinary person without any talent. Until she found a letter on the table in her rental apartment, signed: “The person who loves you most.” She didn't know who had written it, but she remembered it all the same. Later, she entered an instance and met someone who had waited for her countless times. She received a faded piece of candy and once picked up an old cloak, neatly folded. In some place, she crouched down, set a neatly folded garment on the ground, then stood up and walked away without looking back. Later, she stood in a sea of flowers, held in someone's arms, and heard someone say, “Is it really so wrong to depend on Yuheng?” Only then did she realize she didn't need to become the strongest person. She only needed to become the one who remembered. The letter was still in her pocket. She didn't know who had written it, but she knew that someone had remembered her before she even knew she needed to be remembered. Yuheng, a lingering trace, leaving a mark behind. She had come, she had seen, she had remembered. Behind every story, the one who remembers and alters fate; the witness to countless cycles of reincarnation; the sole destination of causality, and also Yumao Mao. When beautiful fairy tales reach their final ending, when the angel atop the divine throne answers none of the people's pleas, when the demonic flames engulfing the world burn the heavens away... What will she choose? She doesn't fight. She only remembers. But remember: remembering itself is power.