"How can I not be anxious? Bai Yufeng is like that!"
At Gu Qianying's gesture, Bai Yufeng's face turned pale, and his whole body trembled.
He had lived a life of aloofness and pride. Apart from feeling ashamed in front of his family, he had never been so disheveled, even when he lost his spiritual power.
Gu Qianying understood him, which made her feel even more distressed and uneasy.
Meng Qinghua, looking ahead, suddenly sensed a condensation of energy above Bai Yufeng's head. "This seems to be!"
He became even more certain.
Bai Yufeng had an inseparable connection with this person!
"Don't go any further, listen to me!"
Hearing Meng Qinghua's resolute words, Gu Qianying, considering Bai Yufeng's well-being, could only retreat and stop moving forward.
After enduring intense pain, just as Bai Yufeng was about to faint, he suddenly found himself in a space.
In this space, he was another person.
No, that was him.
He was Nangong Mo.
As all his memories returned, Bai Yufeng's eyes lit up.
Looking at the scene before him, he cried and laughed.
He was Nangong Mo?
The woman he longed for was still his beloved, his wife!
Bai Yufeng suddenly let out a laugh, "I am him, I am actually him!"
His consciousness began to clear, and his body as Bai Yufeng quickly sprang up.
Seeing Bai Yufeng fall into a coma, everyone had intended to rush forward to help.
However, as soon as they approached, they saw the man suddenly open his eyes.
Startled, they all retreated.
Duan Xifeng angrily slapped his chest, "Young Master Bai! Why are you so jumpy? Are you alright?"
Bai Yufeng remained silent, his eyes filled with tears, looking at the familiar faces before him.
He just kept smiling, tears mingling with his laughter.
"It's been many years, and you all seem unchanged. That's wonderful. As long as you are all well, it's good!"
"What do you mean?"
Coming from Nangong Mo in Bai Yufeng's identity, these words made everyone feel utterly bewildered.
They all wore expressions of confusion.
They thought Bai Yufeng had injured his brain and was now talking nonsense.
Gu Qianying was even more worried. She placed her delicate palm on Bai Yufeng's forehead. "Are you alright?"
Meng Qinghua didn't know how to explain.
Based on his observations, Bai Yufeng shouldn't have been in trouble.
Nangong Mo had not seen his wife for a long time. He was consumed by longing, his heart and soul entwined.
Feeling the gentleness of Gu Qianying's palm.
He quickly embraced her, pressing his cheek against hers.
"Wife, I truly missed you so much. How have you been all this time? Have you suffered? I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
"I'm sorry."
"Wife!"
Gu Qianying, unaware that this person was Nangong Mo and suffering from memory loss, found his actions even more presumptuous.
She quickly pushed him away, her eyes blazing with anger.
"You scoundrel! I was just showing concern as a friend, and you dare to be so presumptuous. Be careful, or I'll slap you."
Gu Qianying swallowed and hastily opened her palm, attempting to strike Bai Yufeng.
Seeing his wife like this, Nangong Mo was even more delighted.
"Good! As long as you are well, that's all that matters. I like you this way."
Gu Qianying shivered and hastily retreated.
"Are you crazy!"
Meanwhile, Du Chun and the others began to look at them strangely.
The only one who could call Gu Qianying "wife" was Nangong Mo.
Could it be that Bai Yufeng was Nangong Mo?
Meng Qinghua tentatively asked, "Why do you call her wife? You should know that there is no possibility between you and Gu Qianying."
Nangong Mo smiled.
"Why don't you ask directly? Am I Nangong Mo? Perhaps I will give you an answer."
Meng Qinghua's intended question was stuck in his throat.
Nangong Li suddenly shouted, "You say you are my Ninth Imperial Uncle? You're joking! It's impossible."
Bai Yufeng chuckled again, "A'mo, Young Master Duan, Du Chun, Qinghua, long time no see."
His voice gradually recovered, as did his appearance.
"Ninth Imperial Uncle, it's really you!"
Nangong Li rushed forward and directly hugged Nangong Mo (Bai Yufeng).
"It's good that you're back!"
Du Chun and the others also rushed forward, and they all embraced tightly.
"It's good that you're back."
The four of them could only utter these words, their eyes filled with tears, their emotions lingering.
When they finally parted.
Bai Yufeng's face had completely transformed into Nangong Mo's appearance.
Gu Qianying was still in shock.
Now, she watched with her own eyes as Bai Yufeng turned into Nangong Mo.
"Nangong Mo? Who exactly is this person?"
These three words were very, very important to Gu Qianying.
For some reason, tears streamed down her face, and she couldn't stop them.
"Why do I keep crying? Why?"
Nangong Mo was immensely distressed and quickly held his wife in his arms, comforting her, "It's alright, it doesn't matter if you can't remember. As long as I'm by your side, as long as I'm by your side."
Nangong Mo and Gu Qianying's memories were sealed together.
When one of them regained their memory, the other would also recover.
As she fell into Nangong Mo's embrace, Gu Qianying's long-lost memories finally returned.
She finally remembered.
This was her husband, the father of her child.
The one she had promised to spend her life with.
"Nangong Mo, Bai Yufeng, Nangong Mo, Bai Yufeng."
Gu Qianying murmured their names, a wry smile on her face. Recalling past events, it seemed as though they had played a game.
As time rewound and returned to normal.
He was still Nangong Mo, and she was Gu Qianying. They both felt a surge of emotion.
Ouyang Qinglin watched from the side, both surprised and delighted, his expression of astonishment lingering.
He truly hadn't expected Bai Yufeng to be Nangong Mo.
He should have been happy that Nangong Mo had not perished and had returned to them.
But he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.
Nangong Mo was Bai Yufeng.
This meant that no matter how fate turned, it was always Nangong Mo who would be by Gu Qianying's side.
And he, in the end, was merely a passerby.
Suddenly having this thought, Ouyang Qinglin felt hesitant. He quickly pushed the thought away.
A pang of heartache struck him. His A'ying's beloved had returned. Should he... be happy for her, or sad for himself?
Regardless, he would stay by Gu Qianying's side, never leaving.
After exchanging warm greetings, everyone soon turned their attention back to the man in the coffin.
They had initially thought he looked similar, but now that Nangong Mo was before them, they could barely think.
Their features were identical, except for the lower part of their faces. This was practically the same person.