"That's right."
"I've recovered some memories."
"But they're all just fragments. In those memories... I endured so much suffering. Then, it seems I became a rare immortal in the ancestral land. The path of Immortal Cultivation is so difficult, and every agonizing memory is branded into my mind."
Su Shang's mood was somber.
"I only have one memory of you—a single image of me leaning in your arms!"
"So, who exactly are you to me?"
Su Shang was deeply confused.
According to the memory in her mind, she had been in the arms of this so-called brother, and she seemed to have been very happy.
"Su Shang, who am I to you? That's a good question."
"As we are now, if you call me brother, I'll treat you as my sister."
"Didn't you say it yourself? You're not her anymore."
"And I can't make her become you."
"Nor can I make you become her. All of that is in the past."
Su Qing sighed. 'Perhaps this is what it means to grow up,' he thought.
