A warm color flashed across Huang's face, and his obsidian eyes also lit up.
"Saori, do you remember?"
Su Wanqing was stunned, shook her head, and said, "I just saw some fragments."
"What clip?" Huang asked impatiently.
Su Wanqing's thin lips opened slightly, thought for a moment, and then closed them again.
"It's nothing, just a small matter."
She sat up, put down her helmet, and got out of bed.
"Why is it such a small thing? I need to know the progress of this contact with hypnosis so that I can know the strength the next time I do it..."
"It's really nothing!" Su Wanqing interrupted him, "I just saw grandpa, and he... took me for a walk."
Huang fell silent, and his excitement gradually cooled down.
He thought that after she woke up, the first thing she called his name was—
"I want to see grandpa, is that okay?" Su Wanqing requested.
She had many questions to ask the old man.
"Of course. The Lord has wanted to see you for a long time and has been waiting for you to fully recover."
"Now, I can't wait."
Su Wanqing stood up and walked out the door. More than ten years later, the layout of the entire courtyard has not changed, it is still so simple and distant.
"Saori——" Hoshino Huang called her from behind.
"I know the way, don't follow me."
Su Wanqing waved her hand to stop the man.
Hoshino Huang stood there, looking at her retreating back, his face expressionless, and a trace of loneliness flashed across his deep pool-like black eyes.
Next time, he must persist longer, thoroughly unearth her deeply buried memories, and let her completely recall herself.
Su Wanqing walked south along the corridor, and finally stopped in front of a quiet bamboo house. In front of the house, there was a spring with fish swimming in it.
This is the study room where the lord usually stays.
There are no guards in front of the door, only hidden guards. Anyone who wants to survive will not dare to break in without permission.
When Su Wanqing took one step closer to Yashe's courtyard, two sharp daggers were dropped from a height and landed in front of her feet.
Although Su Wanqing was surprised, she did not back down. She raised her head and shouted to a looming figure high in the bamboo forest: "Puppet, long time no see."
The woman in a green skirt at the top of the bamboo forest gradually fell down. She was good-looking, in her thirties, about the same age as Su Jiuge.
Puppet Ji stared at Su Wanqing for a while, her eyes suddenly widened, and she said in surprise: "Miss Jiuzi, are you back?"
Su Wanqing shook her head and said, "You are talking about my mother."
"Then aren't you—" Puppet Ji's face was even more surprised.
"I want to see grandpa, can you let me know?"
"Okay, Miss Saori."
Puppet Girl's figure was like a gust of wind, flashing into the forest and disappearing.
There are four shadow guards around the lord. They are all born as ninjas and have first-class skills, and Puppet Girl is one of them.
About ten minutes later, there was another green shadow, and Puppet Ji flashed in front of her again, and said respectfully: "Miss Saori, the lord lets you in."
Su Wanqing nodded and followed Puppet Ji into the Bamboo Forest Villa.
She was the only one who entered the door. It was a quaint and large Japanese-style room. In the partial memory she had just uncovered, she had come here often.