Chapter 1942 — Where to Begin?

"That's right!" Uncle Qing nodded and said, "You have a mole under your right armpit, and on your left calf there's a ten-centimeter scar..."

"Ah!" Though Granny Sun had already sensed that Uncle Qing did not seem to be lying, hearing him describe the marks on her own body still stunned her beyond words! Could everything he said be true? Was she really his wife?

The mole under her armpit Granny Sun naturally knew about, but where the scar on her calf had come from, even she herself did not know, could not remember. Still, Granny Sun always wore long sleeves and long trousers, so it was simply impossible for those two places to be exposed. Even Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu, who lived under the same roof with her, knew nothing of them—so how could Uncle Qing know?

"It really is you, it truly is you..." Uncle Qing had been certain before, but at this moment, seeing the look on Granny Sun's face, his heart eased. It was her, no mistake—his wife!

For a time, Uncle Qing was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his aged face. How many years had it been? How many times had he seen her in his dreams—younger than she was now, more beautiful than she was now—but those were all illusions. When the dream ended, there was only emptiness. And though the Granny Sun of today no longer possessed youth or beauty, she was real, truly there before his eyes!

And what Uncle Qing cared about was not her beauty, but this bond of love! Even if her face were ruined, her body crippled, even if she became a vegetative patient, Uncle Qing would stay by her side until the end of time!

"I... I am your wife? Why don't I remember..." Granny Sun looked at Uncle Qing's agitation, which was clearly no act, yet she had not a single memory of it. Only faintly, deep in the recesses of her memory, did there seem to be a person named Fu Li.

"Yes!" Uncle Qing nodded heavily.

But Granny Sun had lost her memory.

Yet Wei Zhao could clearly sense that Granny Sun was not a ** practitioner. According to Uncle Qing, she ought to be one too, shouldn't she?

No, that wasn't right! Sun Jingyan was also a ** practitioner, but the Sun family's internal-energy method was most peculiar—an auxiliary method, having nothing to do with actual strength, making it impossible to gauge one's power from it!

Still, in Sun Jingyan's case, if one observed very carefully, Wei Zhao could sense fluctuations of true qi. When he himself had been at the Yellow Rank, that sensation had been so faint as to be almost nonexistent, but after he became a Mystic Rank and then an Earth Rank, he could still detect certain traits of a ** practitioner in Sun Jingyan.

Yet in Granny Sun, not one of those traits was present.

Had Uncle Qing not been so certain that the woman before him was his former wife, Wei Zhao would scarcely have dared believe that this person was the Sun family prodigy who could help Uncle Qing restore his true qi and heal his injuries.

"Yes, yes... look at me, getting so worked up..." Uncle Qing said with some embarrassment. "You all haven't eaten yet, have you? Let's have a bite together, and talk while we eat..."

Uncle Qing naturally sat down beside Granny Sun. Gu Mengyao was filled with emotion, while Shen Yushu eyed Uncle Qing and Granny Sun with curiosity. Wei Zhao had doubts in his heart but did not voice them.

Once seated, Uncle Qing could not wait to take a bite of food and put it in his mouth. After eating, however, he said, "Not bad, this is the very taste! How many years... I've always missed this flavor. Luoyue, I've finally seen you again..."

Granny Sun also saw the deep love and longing in Uncle Qing's eyes, but she truly remembered none of it. In her impression, she had once had a husband and a daughter, but where they had gone, she knew nothing at all...

"Fu... Fu Li, am I really your wife? What on earth happened to us?" Granny Sun did not believe Uncle Qing was deceiving her. To begin with, her former identity had been nothing but a rag picker—an identity that, before she became the housekeeper for Wei Zhao and Gu Mengyao, could never have matched Uncle Qing. Even now, she felt there was a gap between them.

And at her present age, a woman past her prime, she could hardly be called beautiful. Uncle Qing's love came from the depths of his heart—he was not after anything from her. So in her heart, Granny Sun had come to believe Uncle Qing's words, marveling at what a coincidence it was while also feeling distressed that she could remember nothing at all...

"We..." Uncle Qing hesitated, then still did not continue. "Let's eat first. After we eat, I'll tell you, so as not to spoil everyone's mood..."

What had happened all those years ago could only be called a human tragedy. Now the family was gathered around the dinner table, a time for happy eating—why bring up those sorrowful memories?

Besides, his wife had now been found; it was better not to mention those painful things. The only regret was that their daughter's fate was unknown. She had been so small—she had likely been done away with by their enemies.

And his **, though an expert of the Heaven Rank, how could their enemies have let him leave back then? In protecting him, facing the enemy's encirclement, he had surely long since perished.

"Yes, let's eat first!" Wei Zhao knew Uncle Qing's history and knew that if he spoke of it now, everyone would likely lose their appetite, so he quickly said, "Uncle Qing, meeting Granny Sun again is the will of heaven working in mysterious ways—a joyful occasion. Let's have a couple of drinks together to celebrate!"

"Good!" Though Uncle Qing thought of his daughter and his **, finding his wife now was the greatest fortune in misfortune—truly a happy thing. So he nodded at once in agreement.

The atmosphere of this meal was quite strange. Uncle Qing kept putting food in Granny Sun's bowl, yet Granny Sun had made this meal herself. Wei Zhao, Gu Mengyao, and Shen Yushu wanted to say something but did not know what to say.

This was a matter between Uncle Qing and Granny Sun alone; they could not get a word in.

As for Uncle Qing, though he looked very happy and excited, there were some things he did not know how to broach with Granny Sun, nor where to begin!

In the massacre that wiped out the family all those years ago, Granny Sun had escaped by sheer luck, but their daughter and his ** had likely not been spared. When he told Granny Sun about it, would she be heartbroken?

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