When Gu Lanyin heard her say that, he couldn't help thinking of a long time ago. He had not only repaired He Ping'an's house but also brought her mother back. The grass on that grave mound, five years later, must now be lush and green. Gu Lanyin smiled bitterly in his heart. Faced with her request, he could only hold her back and remain silent. He never thought it would come to this day.
He Ping'an had lost her memory, like a blank slate, temporarily erasing the cracks in their past. How could he dare to tell her the truth? Especially since she had only recently become pregnant. Gu Lanyin's hand touched her belly. If one day He Ping'an actually remembered everything, perhaps for the sake of this child, the feelings between them wouldn't disappear. They might still have a chance.
Gu Lanyin buried his face in her shoulder and spoke: "I saw your mother five years ago. There was cured meat, pork tripe, fresh fish, incense, candles, and paper money—everything was prepared."
He Ping'an had no recollection. "You took me to see my mother? When did that happen?"
"Before the thirtieth of the twelfth month."
That was close to New Year's Eve. He had managed to find time to accompany her into the mountains to pay respects to her deceased mother. He Ping'an tightened her arms, burying herself in his embrace.
Gu Lanyin added: "I erected a new tombstone for your mother and repaired the grave."
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