Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Having confirmed that it was indeed a star core, Black Tower glanced at the simulated cosmic process and decisively switched the communication channel.

"Ruan Mei, I have something to take care of. You can take over the project of simulating the universe for now."

"I also have personal matters to attend to today. You need to talk to Screw Gum." The voice from the other end of the communication was cold and indifferent.

The Black Tower surprised everyone with its direct questioning.

"You sound a bit sad, that's rare. What's bothering you?"

"...To commemorate someone... Okay, that's all for now."

The communication was abruptly cut off.

In a lush world billions of light-years away, on a planet now named "Huaimu Star".

The plum blossoms are in full bloom all over the mountain. A gentle breeze blows, and the layers of flowers create a mesmerizing wave.

In a flash, the remaining crimson streaks across the forehead, so bright they hurt the eyes.

Beneath an ancient plum tree that has lived for thousands of years, a stone tablet stands alone, with three bouquets of flowers neatly arranged in front of it.

Three women with distinct personalities stood in a fan shape, each lost in their own thoughts.

Ruan Mei was one of them.

Beside her stood a woman in a long, deep purple dress, her mature and voluptuous figure perfectly complementing the deep purple hue.

She gazed at the five characters she had personally carved on the stone tablet, her eyes radiating tenderness for only one person.

"Mr. Qi, Clarice is still here. She will continue to search for you and wait to be reunited with you."

On the other side, a woman in a pure white gauze dress poured the wine from her glass onto the snow in front of the monument.

He then closed his eyes and remained motionless, letting the petals fall on his shoulders without saying a word.

The graceful woman standing in the center bowed slightly, her fingertips tracing the edge of the stone tablet.

"Amu...wait for me, your teacher will definitely find you..."

Upon hearing this, Yu Qingtu opened her eyes.

"Don't you get tired of saying the same thing every year?"

"I just wanted to tell Amu that his teacher has always been thinking about him."

"Then you must still remember the words I gave you thousands of years ago, right?"

"...I remember, you're right, I did do something that I'll regret for the rest of my life, so now I'm facing my conscience every single moment."

Ruan Mei's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes surging with longing accumulated over thousands of years.

If it could be visualized, it would be enough to form a long river spanning galaxies.

Unfortunately, the other two women missed Qi Zhimu just as much as she did.

She is special, yet not particularly special.

Seeing Ruan Mei like this, Yu Qingtu lost interest in reopening her wounds.

Ruan Mei has spent dozens of times longer tasting the bitter fruit of the damage she brought upon herself over the course of more than a century.

The resentment I harbored towards her in my younger years has long since dissipated.

They are all losers.

"Little Goose, what's been happening with Mirror Stream lately?"

Although they didn't want to admit it, the things that the little guy's apprentice said back in Luofu were indeed something they couldn't refute.

Despite their shared restraint, Qi Zhimu's feelings for Jing Liu lasted much longer than those of the other three present.

Love is about giving.

To be able to give one's life and soul for one person transcends the boundaries that can be defined by words and language.

In this respect, they cannot compare to Mirror Stream; they can only retaliate with the unknowable future—how pathetic…

A genius like him lost in this aspect.

Black Swan retrieved Yi Ting's recent records about Mirror Flow.

Mirror is a high-profile celebrity, and his whereabouts are not difficult to find.

"Fifteen years ago, Miss Jingliu purged the bountiful people who had invaded the dark celestial body, Nod."

"Seven years ago, someone captured her briefly landing on the Yaoqing Immortal Ship."

"Most of the rest of the experiences are related to hunting the bountiful people, and the most recent one seems to be moving towards the Luofu Immortal Ship route."

Yu Qingtu sighed deeply, his tone desolate.

"It seems there's no news of her either. Over the years, the company has searched for millions of people named Qi Zhimu in different worlds and civilizations, but..."

"Many people may look alike, but none of them share the same inner soul."

Neither Black Swan nor Nguyen Mai spoke.

Yu Qingtu did not keep this information to himself, but shared it generously.

Black swans have their own methods of identification, and so does Ruan Mei, but unfortunately, her conclusion is exactly the same as Yu Qingtu's.

All those people named Qi Zhimu are not the ones they are looking for.

If so, they would definitely recognize her, just like when Qi Zhimu died on the battlefield in his second life, and they missed each other twice.

It cannot be found by name, nor by item.

Since the death of Qi Zhimu in his second life, there has been no more Forget-Me-Not Plum Blossom Wine or any related strange objects.

The two jars she has left are the ones she kept from back then.

Besides, Black Swan and Ruan Mei each held a jar, presumably reluctant to drink it.

"I wonder how many cycles of reincarnation Mr. Qi has gone through by now..."

If there is... no! There must be!

The reason he couldn't find it was because he had temporarily forgotten about it.

The black swan harbors a little secret it has never revealed.

As a Memory Provider in the Flowing Light Memory Court, she possesses her own methods to follow the slightest clues.

In Mr. Qi's second life, he holds the items from his previous life!

When Yu Qingtu and Ruan Mei left one after another after the war in which the surprise attack on Luofu ended, she did not.

Instead, they stayed there, following the river of memory to find the traces left by Qi Zhimu.

Her hard work paid off, and she finally found it.

She saw the plum blossom sachet she gave to Mr. Qi when he passed away in his first life, under that same dazzling starry sky.

A gift made with heartfelt affection is impossible to mistake.

This means that when Mr. Qi is reincarnated, he will not completely sever ties with his past life; he will at least remember some of it.

Even if you don't remember, it's probably just a temporary forgetting, lacking a trigger to recall the past.

If you completely sever ties with your past life and cut off all bonds, there's no point in carrying things from your past life into reincarnation, is there?

Therefore, she believed, firmly believed, and was certain of it—

Once the real Mr. Qi is found, he will definitely recognize her.

only……

Mr. Qi carried not only her items with him on his journey to reincarnation, but also the zhongruan given to him by Ruan Mei.

This means that Ruan Mei always holds a place in Mr. Qi's heart.

He never forgot, nor did he ever hate, his teacher.

It's okay... she doesn't care.

She only asks that Mr. Qi would leave her a private area, even if it's just a tiny inch.

"No matter how many times I reincarnate, I will never give up."

Ruan Mei straightened up, her nonchalant tone carrying an unwavering determination that no amount of weight could match.

"To reiterate, if I find Amu first, I will not interfere with his attitude and choices towards you, but I will not bring it up myself either."

"They haven't even shown up yet, and they're already in a hurry to declare sovereignty?"

Yu Qingtu couldn't help but laugh, and said meaningfully:

"Don't forget the little one's sacrifices for Jingliu, the deep affection she suppressed for a thousand years, and the unwavering determination to ensure her safety even at the cost of her life. What advantages do you think you have?"

Ruan Mei said expressionlessly, "I have had marital relations with Amu. This is something that Jingliu has never done, and something that none of you possess."

"Alright then." Yu Qingtu didn't deny it; she was aware of the fact.

However, the black swan slowly curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

Marital relations?

So... cooked rice that is forced to be cooked is definitely not as good as rice that is cooked voluntarily by both the pot and the rice, right?

Mr. Qi's close female relatives are still alive and well, so it's hard to say who has the advantage.