325. Clues

Hearing Qian Renjue’s words, the hope in Liu Erlong’s eyes quickly faded.

Her face, already pale, became even more so, and she couldn’t help but exclaim, “But Ah Jue, aren’t you even a little curious about what we went through together? I remember everything clearly! If you want to know, I can tell you anything.”

Liu Erlong gazed at Qian Renjue earnestly, even lifting her delicate hand to grasp his arm.

Her affection was so obvious that anyone could see it, and how could Qian Renjue himself not notice?

Setting down his tea, he looked at her hand resting on his arm but didn’t mind it, meeting her eyes with a gentle reassurance, “Dean Liu, listen to me first. I am indeed curious about the story in that dream; otherwise, I wouldn’t have come to see you.”

“Really?” The light of hope rekindled in Liu Erlong’s eyes.

“Of course,” Qian Renjue replied seriously, watching her tear-stained face. “But no matter how much you tell me, it still isn’t something I truly experienced, right? It might be better to find a way to recover that dream’s memories.”

“Recover your memories?” Liu Erlong froze, and then her face lit up with boundless joy. “Ah Jue, does that mean there’s a way for you to remember me?”

Qian Renjue looked at her excitement, feeling a twinge of guilt as he shook his head gently. “Honestly, I’m not certain. I came to see you to search for clues.”

“I see…” Liu Erlong’s joy dimmed once more.
She bit her lip, eyes downcast. “It’s okay… as long as Ah Jue doesn’t leave me, as long as you won’t ignore me, I’ll cooperate however I can.”

Qian Renjue didn’t respond to her plea; he couldn’t make any promises. If his memory remained lost, it would be difficult to stay around Liu Erlong for long.

“Ah Jue… I…” Liu Erlong held onto him, lowering her head as she whispered tearfully, her fears overwhelming her.

She had spent so many years with Qian Renjue that she could sense his thoughts and intentions.

Slowly, a deep fear settled into her heart—if he couldn’t remember, what would happen to her?

A teardrop fell onto the ground. Qian Renjue frowned slightly, feeling a faint pain within him.

“Dean Liu…” he murmured softly, covering her delicate hand with his own.

Liu Erlong’s body trembled slightly, her grip on his arm loosening.

Through her loose strands of hair, her reddened face was barely visible.

Qian Renjue gently took her hand, setting it on the table but not letting go, keeping it warm within his grasp.

“Dean Liu, after leaving the dream, did you receive anything?” he asked, hoping for a clue.

In the description of the [Dream of the Yellow Millet] technique, it stated clearly that while in the dream, he couldn’t bring anything back—objects or memories.

However, based on how the system functioned, he thought any remaining physical object might have appeared in Liu Erlong’s possession.

“Yes, I did,” Liu Erlong murmured softly, her face still flushed.

Hearing this, Qian Renjue's heart filled with anticipation, and he squeezed her hand slightly.

“Then, Dean Liu, would you be able to show those things to me?” he asked. Liu Erlong nodded, lowering her head. “Of course. Those things belong to Ah Jue.”

Qian Renjue quickly added, “Don’t worry, I won’t take them.”

But she shook her head gently. “It doesn’t matter if you take them… If I could stay with you, those things wouldn’t mean as much.”

“I’ll go get them,” she said, standing and shyly pulling her hand from his, cradling it near her heart.

Her flushed face looked up at him with a soft plea, “Ah Jue, don’t leave. I’ll be right back.”

“Alright,” he replied with a nod, realizing she hadn’t moved earlier because he had been holding her hand.

As Liu Erlong walked away, he watched her graceful figure with a sigh, thinking, “I hope this will bring back the memories.”

—

Liu Erlong soon returned, carrying a wooden box she kept in her room and tended to every day.

Entering and seeing Qian Renjue, she appeared relieved, her expression calmed down.

She had dreamed of him so often that she feared this would all be a dream again.

“Ah Jue, these are the things you left behind,” she said softly, placing the wooden box before him and opening it with gentle care.

Inside was a high-quality torso soul bone, black with blood-red streaks, radiating a powerful energy.

The system’s voice resonated in Qianren Jue’s mind:


[Tyrannosaurus Rex Torso Bone]: From a 70,000-year-old Tyrannosaurus. Absorbing it greatly enhances physical abilities. Soul Bone Skill: Tyrannosaurus Fury, increases strength by 300% and defense by 100%.

Liu Erlong nodded slightly, her expression sad and nostalgic.

Her hands lingered as she displayed three more items: a spherical pendant, a blood-colored dagger, and two rod-like objects resembling chopsticks.

Qian Renjue's gaze swept over them and stopped on the pendant, filled with a sense of wonder and excitement.