Images of meeting Wang Wanqiu surfaced, one by one, in his mind.
And with each passing image, Lin Yun found that he had lost something.
Every moment, he was forgetting, what he saw now seemed like a reminiscence.
After reminiscing, from then on, he would bid farewell to these memories forever.
From the first meeting, to devising the assassination plot together, to fleeing together, then parting ways at Guanghan Palace, reuniting with Sword Sect, to the long-awaited reunion at the Southern Border.
The bits and pieces he experienced with Wang Wanqiu, vanished like smoke in the wind.
Lin Yun felt sorrowful.
Another person emerged in his mind.
"Brother Lin, do you want to eat grapes?"
"..."
The next to disappear was Zhao Lingyu.
Lin Yun immediately felt a pang of panic; he had already lost too much of his memory, and all he could do was to firmly protect the people he cared about.
When exactly would this time reversal come to an end...?
