eing He Chao caring about the little thing so much, he actually felt scared.They were afraid that they would suddenly realize their feelings for each other were more than just family affection.How cou...Two years later.

Continent.

A secluded private island, covered with a vast expanse of pristine jungle.

The four seasons are like spring, with pleasant weather.

In the center of the island, a majestic castle stands proudly, opulent and mysterious.

In the quiet bedroom, on a white European carved bed, the girl lay peacefully with her beautiful eyes closed. Her long, thick eyelashes cast two faint shadows under her eyes. Her nose was straight and high, and her lips were full and rosy.

Long, black hair cascaded down the pillow like a waterfall, highlighting her delicate features and making her complexion appear as white and flawless as jade. Her beauty was truly exceptional.

Qiao Daishan stood before the bed, his phoenix eyes slightly lowered, quietly looking at the sleeping girl. The emotionless gaze in his eyes gradually warmed, even his pupils seemed to soften.

Two years ago, he brought her here and exchanged their blood.

Yes, he is the only successful alchemical human recorded in the Thirteen Realms.

Returning to the Thirteen Realms, with the help of the elders, he recovered his memories and learned that his blood could save the girl.

However, the record isn't accurate. He's actually just a half-finished product. The medicine person's characteristics were only activated by half, so it took a whole two years for the girl's body to finally repair itself.

"Star, you've been asleep for a long time. It's time to wake up."

Qiao Daishan gazed at her, a tender smile gracing his breathtakingly handsome features.

Perhaps she heard his soft call, the young girl's long eyelashes trembled twice before slowly opening her eyes.

A gentle breeze blew in from the window, causing the white gauze curtain to sway gently.

The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling refracts dazzling light.

The girl slowly moved her gaze, her eyes flickering as a proud figure imprinted on her shimmering, watery pupils. Her hazy eyes gradually became clear.

The man standing by the bed was extremely tall with a straight back. He wore a white shirt and black pants, his buttons fastened tightly to the top one, covering half of his Adam's apple. He looked both aloof and restrained.

Her face was clean and flawless, delicate as a painting. Her eyes were so beautiful they could make mountains and rivers pale with envy. When she looked at him, they shone like dewdrops glistening in the sun, bright and dazzling.

"How come you're looking at me like that Don't you recognize me"

The man raised his lips in a faint smile.

Mu Xing didn't speak, she just stared at him for a moment before getting up, leaning on her arms.

Qiao Daishan helped her sit down, put on a silk robe for her, and tidied up her messy hair. He sat down by the bed and asked her, "Do you remember what happened"

A faint scent of medicine wafted into his nostrils as the man approached.

Mu Xing didn't dislike it, instead she found it pleasant. She raised her eyes to look at him and shook her head.

Qiao Daishan met her gaze without a sound, his eyes slightly dim.

Could it be that the memory implant failed

He didn't think he would lose, but there was no denying that the girl had strong willpower.

When she was only six years old, he tried every method possible but could only wash away part of her memory.

Two years ago, it was because she was too weak that he was able to successfully erase all of her memories.

But even if the memory implant fails, it doesn't matter. With no memories of her own, she lets him fill them.

"Your name is Mu Xing, and I am Qiao Daishan, your fiancé."

Qiao Daishan caressed her cheek with a natural ease, his fingertips tracing the contours of her flawless skin, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"A year ago you had an accident, there was minor brain damage, and after sleeping for so long, amnesia, memory loss or confusion are normal, it's okay. If you have anything you want to know, just ask me."

Mu Xing's gaze fell on the man's long, jade-like hands. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, uncomfortable with his intimate actions. She turned her face away slightly and asked, "Where are we"

Qiao Daishan saw her evasive actions and his eyes darkened slightly. He withdrew his hand and said, "Wuyou Island, this is still the name you chose. You said you wanted to live here with me, living a carefree life for the rest of your days. Do you remember"

"Island of No Worries..."

Mu Xing turned her head to look out the window.

The room offered a stunning view. Even sitting on the bed, she could see the endless ocean expanse. Faintly, she could also hear the sound of waves crashing against the rocks.

Qiao Daishan saw that she was silent and explained to her again, "You've always said you wanted to live here permanently. After your car accident, I brought you here. The climate is good and suitable for recuperation."

"I want to go for a walk, can I"

Mu Xing retracted her gaze, looking at the man with a calm expression.

There was a noticeable distance in his tone.

The current situation was different from what he had imagined, but it didn't matter. The heart-breaking poison had been removed from the girl's body. After decades of living together, their feelings were deeply rooted in their bones and couldn't be erased simply by clearing her memory.

I believe that soon, the girl will get used to him and accept him.

"You've just woken up, your body functions still need to recover. Eat something first, and after you finish I'll take you for a walk."

Mu Xing nodded.

Qiao Daishan helped Mu Xing eat something and tried to help her out of bed, but she refused.

"No, I can walk by myself."

Qiao Daishan's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he didn't force it.

Mu Xing got out of bed, put on white slippers and walked out.

The blood of a half-finished Medicine Man still possesses incredibly strong regenerative and reconstructive abilities.

Even though Mu Xing slept for two years, none of her muscles atrophied. On the contrary, her body, which had become emaciated due to the poison entering her bone marrow, became extremely graceful under the repair of her blood.

A white silk nightgown, enveloping the delicate skin, flowed with her light steps, like wind and falling snow.

The spiral staircase was carpeted with expensive rugs, soft underfoot.

Mu Xing slowly walked down the stairs, her beautiful eyes lightly scanning the surroundings.

On the gray walls hung expensive oil paintings. The vast castle was extremely luxurious, eerily silent, as if besides her and Josiah Mountain, there were no other souls.

Mu Xing's footsteps did not stop, walking out of the castle.

The castle was built on the highest point of the island, surrounded by water on all sides. The sea was vast and stretched as far as the eye could see.

In the distance, flocks of seagulls soar freely over the azure sea.

Mu Xing walked down the steps. The moment her foot touched the golden beach, she involuntarily took a step back. The sea was beautiful, but she felt an inexplicable fear, a fear from the depths of her soul.

She dared not go any further, gazing out at the boundless sea in the wind. Her eyebrows furrowed.

Besides the memory of that accident, everything else was crystal clear, just as Qiao Daishan had told her. She even clearly remembered every little detail of their time together.

But for some reason, she always felt something was wrong.

Mu Xing stood by the sea, lost in thought. A nameless feeling of loss spread from her heart, leaving her feeling hollow and empty.

Suddenly, a coat was thrown over her shoulders.

"Star child."

A voice as crisp and clear as broken ice, yet brimming with warmth within its coldness.

It was clearly right beside my ear, yet it felt like it came from a place far away. This feeling was just like an old, sealed window being pushed open a crack.

Hasn't she ever been called that way before

. The super fierce and cute little sweetheart of Fu Ye, the master at his peak ."The last syllable fell, and the gunshot rang out.Fu Jingmo's tall figure lay back, his face tilted upwards. The flames reflected in his scattered pupils, and a smile curved the corner of his lips.It...