Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

"I don't know what to do, and I shouldn't torture myself like this."

A fluorescent green mist appeared out of thin air, completely enveloping Ruan Mei and rapidly healing all her injuries.

"Let's go somewhere else and tell me what's happened during this time."

Ruan Mei remained silent for a moment, and the scene changed.

She didn't hide much and told Yu Qingtu everything that had happened after she reunited with Qi Zhimu.

She chose to skip over only the private matters that were not suitable for public discussion.

After listening, Yu Qingtu immediately felt a sense of unease.

Ruan Mei tried many methods to help Qi Zhimu regain his memory, but they weren't exactly clever; they were practically clumsy. However, clumsy methods have their advantages.

At the very least, it's safe, has no side effects, and unless someone tells him, Qi Zhimu would hardly notice.

"Are there any more samples to test?" Yu Qingtu asked.

Ruan Mei took out the so-called samples: perfume, food, medicine, or some kind of special strange object.

Yu Qingtu checked each item one by one, his expression growing increasingly serious.

To be honest, there's nothing wrong with Ruan Mei's things.

Using the black swan mother's amnesia as an example, any one of these things has the ability to cure her within ten seconds.

Even memories that have been tampered with by members of the memory faction can be deciphered and restored.

But none of them worked on Qi Zhimu.

"...methods that let Xiao Mu come up with on her own probably won't work," Yu Qingtu concluded.

The truth is cruel to Ruan Mei, but what's the use of being tactful now?

Ruan Mei was not too surprised by this, and was obviously mentally prepared.

In terms of memorizing topics, Yu Qingtu's level is not significantly different from hers; the difference lies in their different problem-solving methods.

"What about the observation records of Xiao Mu's expression?"

Ruan Mei lightly touched her forehead with two fingers, then traced them across her face, revealing her direct observation from her first-person perspective.

Through her memories, she could clearly see the pores on Qi Zhimu's face.

Yu Qingtu has a deep understanding of human emotions and is familiar with the subtle changes that occur in facial muscles when people are experiencing different thoughts.

However, no matter how long Ruan Mei stared at Qi Zhimu, no matter how many harmless methods she secretly used, Qi Zhimu's expression remained unchanged.

Now, Ruan Meilian and Qi Zhimu had remembered everything, but she was still unwilling to forgive herself and couldn't even find solace.

What do you think is the reason he can't remember?

"…have no idea."

"You're not unaware, you're just too afraid to think about it deeply. If you don't want to say anything, then listen to my perspective."

Yu Qingtu swiped away Ruan Mei's memory projection and then threw out a few icons.

Ruan Mei was slightly taken aback when she saw those icons.

This is just one example of the hard drive storage area that is indispensable for various operating systems, along with the recycle bin.

"If we compare human memory to files stored on a hard drive, we can categorize them into several types—"

Yu Qingtu lightly tapped one of the icons.

"One is forgetting which subdirectory a specific file is in. This is very simple; just remember the file name and you can quickly find it by searching in the search box."

"This usually doesn't count as amnesia, but rather as the brain's filtering of specific memories, which can be recovered through common medical procedures."

"Secondly, a specific file might be deleted and moved to the recycle bin called 'Memory Deep Sea,' buried at the very bottom. The solution is equally simple: go into the recycle bin, find the deleted file, and restore it."

"Thirdly, all memories in the recycle bin have been deleted. At this point, as long as the hard drive is not damaged, there is still a possibility of recovery."

"Fourth, the document is missing some sub-items; item two is missing from item one, two, and three."

"The mother of the black swan is a case in point. The root cause is hard drive damage. Repairing it is not enough; it also requires adaptation and patching, which is consistent with the principle of content recognition and filling."

"Similar symptoms can be compared to Alzheimer's disease in most civilizations, but it is not difficult for us or Xiao Mu."

"At first glance, Xiao Mu's situation could be compared to the fourth type."

"But since he can't remember, it means his situation doesn't fall into any of the above categories, leaving only one last possibility—"

At this point, Yu Qingtu sighed.

"His reincarnation cannot be described as formatting a hard drive; replacing the hard drive is a more apt description."

"But he will transfer important memory backups and set up a password lock that we can unlock with facial recognition. However... he didn't transfer your backups, so naturally, this lock doesn't exist."

Yu Qingtu felt that the analogy was clear enough, and there was no reason why Ruan Mei wouldn't understand it.

The subtext is very obvious.

"You mean... that hard drive from Amu's first life, which remained in the past forever after his death..."

As she spoke, Ruan Mei closed her eyes weakly.

"Is there any possibility of restoring my backup?"

"Yes."

"Was the future of receiving Amu's forgiveness destined from the very beginning to be an unattainable dream...?"

"Wake up! I'm trying to help you get out of this rut!"

Yu Qingtu shook his head, looking at Yu Qingtu with disappointment:

"You know perfectly well that Xiao Mu never hated you until she passed away."

"A mistake is a mistake, and hurt is hurt. Amu has never hated me, and my need for his forgiveness is not the same thing," Ruan Mei replied.

"..."

Hearing this, Yu Qingtu finally understood.

Because of her remorse for her past actions and the guilt she felt over thousands of years, Ruan Mei's cognitive abilities in some aspects became abnormal.

This is the pitiful aspect of hateful people.

"Don't you understand yet? The problem now is not that Xiao Mu can't remember, but whether he is willing to acknowledge and accept that past."

"The prerequisite for him to be willing is that there is someone, something, or a thing that makes him feel it's worthwhile."

"But look at yourself now, what about yourself is there that Xiao Mu should acknowledge and accept?"

"In terms of appearance, you don't have an absolute advantage."

"You don't have an absolute advantage when it comes to talent."

"In terms of temperament, you have no absolute advantage. You wallow in self-pity, use pain to fight pain, and waste your energy internally. You don't have the qualities of a genius at all."

"According to you, doesn't that mean I have even less of a chance?" Ruan Mei asked blankly.

"The past can't be mended, so let's work on the future, you idiot!"

Yu Qingtu grabbed Ruan Mei by the collar, his grip firm and his tone changed.

"You hurt Xiao Mu and missed your chance with him in the past because you tried to mend it. Do you want to repeat the same mistake now?"

"Because of the Black Tower and because we found him, he is unlikely to enter the cycle of reincarnation in this life."

"Hei Ta told me about Xiao Mu's situation in the simulated universe. The unknown future is active under the gaze of the Star God, and their existence will inevitably have a profound impact on this universe."

"This means he has a long future ahead of him and won't stay on the space station forever."

"The reason why the Venerable Master Boshi once glanced at you was because you are the same kind of people as him and us, and you can essentially have a huge impact on the entire universe."

"Being able to have an impact means that only you can do certain things, and that you have your own unique strengths."

"Some things can be put in a different order. When Xiao Mu needs it, bring your own influence to him, let him recognize who you are now, and then talk about the past. What's wrong with that?"

Ruan Mei seemed to be deep in thought.

After a while, a few points of light finally appeared in his pupils.