Chapter 99.1 : The Mist (Part 1)
The diary ended there, and Su Yushang fell into a dazed state the moment she saw the name Qian Qiuyue.
"Qian Qiuyue… Qian Qiuyue… Qian Qiuyue… Why is it that when I see this name, I feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity?"
She kept murmuring the name under her breath.
"So familiar… Where have I seen it before? Where could it be…?"
"It feels as if it's shrouded in a layer of mist—impossible to see clearly…"
Su Yushang strained to recall it, yet it was as though an unseen fog-like barrier stood between her and her memories, preventing her from ever truly touching what lay within her mind.
Suddenly, a spark of insight flashed through her consciousness, and a scene appeared in her thoughts.
It was something from a long time ago—a memory from her childhood.
But almost immediately, that image seemed as though it were about to vanish from her mind, growing increasingly blurred.
"No!" Su Yushang cried out in alarm, realizing the eerie phenomenon happening to her, fear flooding her expression.
The memory she had just recalled felt as though it was being erased by some unknown existence!
Yet even though she became aware of this, Su Yushang could only watch helplessly—utterly unable to stop it.
All at once, she caught sight of the diary copy clenched tightly in her hand!
"If you really are this miraculous… then help me!"
She murmured softly, then sent a resolute and urgent command into her mind:
"Bind!"
In the next instant, the presence attempting to erase her memories seemed to collide with something far more powerful!
The blurred memories became clear once more. Su Yushang gasped for breath, traces of lingering fear still visible on her face.
Watching her own memories being erased before her eyes—that sensation was simply too terrifying!
"I remember it now… I remember everything…"
She whispered softly, a bright light flashing through her eyes.
It was from her childhood, when she had once accidentally wandered into a certain room while playing, and there she had seen a painting.
A painting of a woman so unforgettable that a single glance would leave an eternal impression!
And the three characters Qian Qiuyue were precisely what she had seen written on that painting.
Only, she had been too young at the time to recognize characters.
Today, upon seeing the name Qian Qiuyue again in the diary, that inexplicable sense of familiarity arose—leading her to recall those childhood memories.
"But… why was it that when I remembered it, my memories were almost erased?"
Even after understanding the source of her familiarity, Su Yushang was still deeply confused.
That feeling of her memory nearly being wiped away earlier was absolutely not an illusion!
Thinking this through, Su Yushang decided she had to investigate personally.
She immediately left her room, following the image in her memories to the location where that room had once been.
However, when Su Yushang arrived at the place from her recollection—
she suddenly realized that the room she remembered no longer existed at all!
"How could this be? I don't recall this area undergoing any changes over the years. That shouldn't be possible…"
She looked around in uncertainty, carefully confirming once again that she had not come to the wrong place.
"Yushang, what are you doing here?"
A gentle yet faintly stern voice sounded from behind her. Su Yushang was startled and quickly turned around.
What came into view was a beautiful mature woman.
She wore a pale-purple brocade gown, her cloud-like hair piled high, adorned with a mutton-fat jade hairpin that swayed lightly as she moved.
Delicate strands of pearl and jade tassels shimmered like starlight beneath the night sky, complementing the warm blue pearl earrings at her ears.
Her face was like the full moon of mid-autumn, her skin smooth as congealed jade; her brows were like distant inked mountains, and her phoenix eyes were deep, as though they concealed stories spanning a thousand years.
With every glance, splendor flowed naturally, authority arising without effort.
Looking further down, one could see her mature figure wrapped within the pale-purple brocade gown.
Her waist was slender enough to encircle with a single hand, while her chest was full and ample, like ripe peaches, made all the more striking by the gentle embrace of her fitted garments.
Her hips were rounded yet firm, subtly outlining an alluring curve beneath the flowing fabric.
This beautiful woman was someone Su Yushang knew all too well.
She was her mother—
Qian… Qiuxue?!