Chapter 1944 — Can't Remember
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Wei Zhao wasted no time. He dialed Yang Huaijun's number directly and explained the matter. Yang Huaijun agreed at once; for him, looking up a marriage registration record was a trifling matter.
Before long, word came back from Yang Huaijun: he sent an email to Wei Zhao's phone. It was the marriage registration of Fu Lin and Sun Luoying. One had to admit his efficiency was remarkable—it was already after working hours, yet Yang Huaijun had still obtained the record in a very short time.
Handing the phone to Uncle Qing and Grandma Sun, Wei Zhao said, "Here it is. Now, Grandma Sun, can you believe it?"
"Ah... so it really is true!" Looking at the record on the phone, Grandma Sun's face showed a complicated expression. After all, what Uncle Qing had told her was a sorrowful tale, and she had no memory of it; but now that her identity was confirmed, her heart suddenly felt hollowed out. She had found her husband, yes—but her daughter, and her husband's master, were most likely gone. That plunge from joy to grief left her silent once more.
"Grandma Sun, the dead are long gone, and it all happened so many years ago. Don't dwell on it. Finding Uncle Qing again now is a blessing in the midst of misfortune, isn't it? If not for a chance turn of fate, you might never have met in this lifetime," Wei Zhao consoled her.
"Mm..." Grandma Sun nodded and sighed, feeling a little better. "So then... I was a cultivator once too, and of the Sun clan among the great houses?"
"Of course!" Uncle Qing nodded.
"But now I..." A trace of bewilderment appeared in Grandma Sun's eyes again. This feeling of remembering nothing was suffocating. She tried with all her might to recall the past—if she could remember it, then there might be things Uncle Qing did not know that she herself did: the whereabouts of her daughter and her master!
Had she never learned of these things, it would have been one matter; but now that she knew, Grandma Sun naturally longed with all her heart to know the answers.
She knitted her brows tightly, as if straining to recall something, but to no avail. "No. I still can't remember... I remember nothing. There are some vague impressions, but I don't know what they are..."
"Grandma Sun, are you trying to remember?" Wei Zhao asked.
"Yes. If I could recall what happened back then, perhaps there would be some clue to my daughter and my master, and I might even learn a little about our enemies..." Grandma Sun said with a nod.
"Grandma Sun, let me examine you and see." Wei Zhao had not known what she wanted before. Though he was willing to help, if Grandma Sun did not wish to remember that tragic past, then naturally he would not meddle.
For to anyone, it was no happy thing; it would only make one more gloomy and more sorrowful.
But Grandma Sun clearly did want to remember what had happened back then and find some clues, so Wei Zhao would naturally think of a way to help and take a look.