Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1494
Chapter 1494: Chapter 1483: Regaining Memory, Holding On to Sister_1 Chapter 1494: Chapter 1483: Regaining Memory, Holding On to Sister_1 At the break of dawn, Lin Qingluo woke up early, headed to the well, and helped Grandma Liu fetch water, which she then poured into a large vat.
After a peaceful night's sleep, she was in high spirits, carrying the water bucket and humming a ditty from her hometown softly to herself.
Mu Fan stirred awake at the sound of her singing, wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes, hopped off the bed, rushed out from the room, and ran towards the well.
“Sister.”
He dashed over in one breath, embraced her from behind, leaned his forehead against her shoulder, and, once again, tears started to flow uncontrollably.
“Clank.”
The wooden bucket in Lin Qingluo's hands fell to the ground, her breath faltered for a moment, “Mu Fan, have you remembered your past life?”
“Yes.”
Mu Fan whispered softly, “The Su Clan, the gorge, the bamboo hut, the separate yard, the Empress Mother, Father, I remember everything.”
Lin Qingluo felt her heart quiver, “Did you see them in your dreams?”
“Yes.”
Mu Fan exhaled a fine breath from his nose.
“What else did you see?”
Lin Qingluo paused her breath, unconsciously asking.
In response, Mu Fan said softly, “I saw all the past events from my youth to adulthood.”
“Anything else?”
Lin Qingluo ventured to ask, “For instance, has anything happened in Woniu Village today?”
“Today?”
Mu Fan blinked in bewilderment, momentarily unable to comprehend her meaning, and rather vacantly denied, “No.”
“Phew.”
Quietly, Lin Qingluo heaved a sigh of relief, wearing a somewhat fortunate smile, “That's good if there was nothing.”
“Sister, why would you ask such a question?”
Mu Fan was slightly distracted by her question, the sorrow flooding back from the memories of his past life was significantly diluted.
“Don't you remember?”
Lin Qingluo turned around, peering into his eyes, “Your special ability in the past life: precognition.”
A look of confusion flashed across Mu Fan's eyes, he pondered for a moment, and shook his head with a hint of sadness, “Perhaps I only recall a fraction, there are still some things, that I haven't remembered.”
“It doesn't matter.”
Lin Qingluo gently stroked his face, wiping away the tears at the corner of his eyes, her gaze tender, “Once we return to Capital City, you'll slowly remember.”
“Yes.”
Mu Fan tightened his grip around his sister's hand, feeling the warmth of her palm, unwilling to let go.
“Now that you have regained some of your past life's memories, there is a place, I should take you to.”
All of a sudden, Lin Qingluo unfolded a smile, mentally willing him, and they disappeared from the wellside.
The next second, they were back in Mu Fan's room, she mentally commanded, guiding him into the Primordial Orb, appearing by the Spirit Lake.
*
The Spirit Lake was brimming with spiritual energy, lotus blossoms adrift with fragrance, enchanting buds ready to bloom, verdant branches and leaves stretched as far as the eye could see.
Little spirits sat on lily pads, darting among lotus flowers, chasing after each other and frolicking around.
“Mother.”
Tianfeng had the sharpest ears, he noticed the faintest sound carried by the wind, turned his head to see his mother's figure, hitched a ride on a lily pad, becoming the first to fly over to her.
“Mother.” “Mother.”
Tianlei, Tianhuo, Tianshui, along with Tianbing, Tianxue, the two little ones, having heard their elder brother shout “Mother”, also enthusiastically echoed, one after another, they emerged from the flower bank.
“Father.”
Tianshui, upon sighting the elegant figure next to his mother, his little eyes lit up, scrambled up from the lily pad, and happily flung himself towards Mu Fan.
Mu Fan's heart trembled as he caught the plump, rosy baby, inevitably thinking of a small, tender, pink Spirit Peach.
“Little Spirit Peach, is it you?”
He couldn't help but voice the thoughts in his heart.
“Yes, it is.”
Tianshui, his arms around Mu Fan's neck, his small head affectionately nuzzling against his chin, “Little Shui'er missed Father, and wants to drink Pear Flower Water.”
Chapter end
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