When Sang Ye woke up, it was already the next day.

He felt empty, as if he’d forgotten something important.

He tried to search his memory, but he couldn’t remember what he had forgotten.

Fei Jue had been guarding the side. When he saw that Sang Ye was awake, he immediately ran out to inform Han Ying.

Huanhuan took the opportunity to crawl out of Sang Ye’s clothes.

She tried to raise her flower and saw that Sang Ye’s face was filled with confusion. Her heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that the Forgetting Water had really worked?

Huanhuan asked nervously, “Sang Ye, do you remember me?”

Sang Ye couldn’t help but be slightly stunned when he suddenly heard someone call his name. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a white flower on his chest.

‘Can flowers talk too?’

Sang Ye looked at her. “Who are you?”

Huanhuan’s heart sank.

He had indeed forgotten about her!

Huanhuan refused to give up. “I’m Huanhuan, your mate. Don’t you remember anything?”

Sang Ye looked calmly at the little white flower in front of him. “Why would I mate with a flower? Can flowers mate with beasts?”

Huanhuan: “…”

How could she answer that question?

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Han Ying walked in.

Huanhuan quickly shrank back into Sang Ye’s clothes.

Fei Jue stood at the door and gently closed it.

Han Ying walked up to Sang Ye and sized him up. “How do you feel? Do you remember who I am?”

Sang Ye recalled and quickly remembered. “Uncle, you brought me here and forced me to drink Forgetting Water.”

He could remember a lot of things, including his upbringing in the temple over the years and the entire story of being brought to the territory of the demons by his uncle. But he had also forgotten a lot of things. For example, who he met after leaving the temple and what had happened in between…

That memory seemed to be covered by a big hand. No matter how hard he looked, he could not see the truth of the memory hidden under the big hand.

Han Ying asked, “Do you remember Huanhuan?”

“Huanhuan?” Sang Ye frowned. He took out a daffodil from his clothes. “It said it’s called Huanhuan. This should be the flower you’re talking about, right?”

Huanhuan’s body stiffened. She didn’t dare to move. She was already cursing Sang Ye to death in her heart!

Han Ying’s gaze landed on the daffodil. He asked meaningfully, “It can speak?”

Sang Ye said yes.

Han Ying said, “Then let it say something else.”

Sang Ye waved the daffodil. “Tell me what you just said again.”

Huanhuan continued to play dead and didn’t say anything.

They waited for a long time, but the little white flower didn’t speak.

It looked no different from the wildflowers blooming on the roadside outside.

Sang Ye was helpless. “It’s refusing to speak.”

Han Ying looked at Sang Ye with the affection toward a mentally retarded child and comforted him gently. “It’s okay. If you communicate with it more, it might talk to you again in the future.”

“Yes, that’ll have to do for now.”

Han Ying asked, “Do you feel like there’s anything wrong with you?”

Sang Ye thought for a moment. “I feel like I’ve forgotten something important.”

“You just feel that it’s important. It’s not as important as you think. It doesn’t matter if you’ve forgotten about it.”

“Okay.”

“Rest well. I’ll visit you again when I’m free.” Han Ying patted his shoulder and turned to leave the room.

Fei Jue, who was outside the house, helped close the door.

Han Ying took a few steps, then said to Fei Jue, “Come here.”

Fei Jue quickly ran over and said respectfully, “What can I do for you, sir?”

“When you went to get the Forgetting Water yesterday, did Wizard Tao Wei say anything strange to you?”

Fei Jue was confused. “Such as?”

“For example, will there be any side effects from drinking Forgetting Water? Will one become stupid after drinking it?”

“No.” Fei Jue paused and asked carefully, “Is there something wrong with the Forgetting Water?”

Han Ying frowned and said, “Sang Ye actually said that a flower is Huanhuan, and he even said that the flower can talk… Has he gone crazy from taking the medicine?!”

Fei Jue hesitated. “Perhaps it’s just temporary memory confusion? When the medicine stabilizes, Lord Sang Ye should be able to return to normal.”

“I hope so.”

…

The footsteps outside faded. Knowing they were out of earshot, Huanhuan slowly relaxed.

She was almost scared to death just now!

Sang Ye picked up the daffodil and observed it carefully. He was still very puzzled. “Why can’t you speak?”

Huanhuan was furious when she saw him.

It was all his fault just now. He almost exposed her!

Huanhuan flicked Sang Ye’s nose with her leaf and scolded angrily, “Are you stupid? You actually sold out your teammate!”

Sang Ye’s eyes lit up when he heard her speak again. “You’re talking again.”

He paused, then couldn’t help but ask, “What does ‘selling out my teammate’ mean?”

“It means a betrayal!”

“When did we become teammates?”

“Yes, we’re not teammates. We’re mates!” Huanhuan paused, and her little white flower drooped. “I almost forgot that you don’t remember me anymore.”

Sang Ye said, “I did forget something. Did we really know each other before?”

In order to make him remember, Huanhuan told him about her and Sang Ye’s experience of falling in love and becoming mates.

After Sang Ye heard this, he said, “This story is exciting.”

Huanhuan reminded him, “You’re the male lead of this story.”

“Okay.”

Huanhuan was about to go crazy. “After everything I just said, your response is still so cold? Aren’t you touched at all?!”

Sang Ye asked, “What do you want me to feel?”

Huanhuan: “…”

His expression was extremely calm, and he didn’t look touched at all.

As far as he was concerned, those things about her were just stories that sounded exciting.

His indifferent attitude made Huanhuan feel even more desolate.

Huanhuan suddenly asked, “Can I see the star pattern on your back?”

Sang Ye pulled open his collar and revealed his upper body before turning around.

The black snake pattern spread down his back until it reached the crack.

The crown of thorns on the snake’s head had disappeared.

Huanhuan searched carefully for a long time but could not find any traces of thorns.

It was only at this moment that she had to recognize the truth—

The mate contract between her and Sang Ye had indeed been terminated.

Seeing that the little white flower did not move for a long time, Sang Ye put on his clothes and turned around to see the little white flower standing there in a daze. Her originally delicate petals seemed to have lost their vitality and their initial cute color.

Sang Ye asked, “What’s wrong?”

Huanhuan looked at him in a daze and suddenly had the urge to cry.

But she was a flower now. She couldn’t even cry.

What should she do?