487 The Tiger Rests

Xing simply followed Chenglei who was dragging her along and the servants in their courtyard all scampered away with a wave of his hand. He wanted it to be just him and her for a while.

All the while Xing tried to remember if there was any indication previously, that he had remembered the past but she couldn't remember clearly.

'Could it be that day when I got cured, he remembered too? But, why did he lie that day?'

Chenglei brought Xing inside their courtyard and opened the room even she was forbidden to enter. Leaving her by the door, he lighted the lanterns bringing brightness to that dark room.

As the golden light of the lanterns, brigtened up the room, Xing was flabbergasted as the entire room glittering. The entire room had everything in gold.

But Xing's eyes fell first on a big painting hanging on the wall.

A little girl with raven black hair, wearing green, playing with a white tiger and cubs in pure white snow.