69novels Chapter 868 Maybe we were in love in our past lives
Chapter 868 Maybe we were in love in our past lives
Li Shuwen stepped into the misty forest.
The sniper owl was the first to spot him, flying down from the treetop and tilting its head to examine his... backpack.
Li Shuwen looked at it and said:
"I'm sorry, I didn't prepare anything to eat today. I need to go see Senior Wu Si first."
He looked into the eyes of the sniper owl. "But... do you still recognize me?"
The sniper tree owl nodded, then took off and left.
Soon, Shizuo Yak also arrived, circled around Li Shuwen, and lowered his head to smell his scent.
"What's wrong with you today?" Zoroark's voice echoed in his mind, filled with confusion and alertness. "You smell strange."
Li Shuwen did not stop to explain and continued walking deeper into the woods:
"Let's go see Senior Wu Si first, and then I'll tell you everything."
Wu Si sat in the pavilion in the back garden, with a pot of steaming tea in front of him.
She saw Li Shuwen approaching, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. She scrutinized him for several seconds before speaking:
"I didn't expect that you could withstand the power of time without being affected at all."
Li Shuwen sat down on the stone bench, revealing a relaxed smile:
"It's not that it has no impact at all, but nobody remembers me."
Wu Si paused, his hand still holding the teacup. "What did you do?"
Li Shuwen recounted the whole story from the beginning, including Sherabi, Xuecheng, and the Life Jewel.
He spoke calmly, as if he were telling someone else's story, only softening his voice slightly when he mentioned "my mother came back to life."
After listening, Wu Si put down his teacup, paused for a moment, and said:
"You changed the timeline, so you must bear the consequences of that change."
"Senior," Li Shuwen looked up at her, "can I remove the influence of the timeline and make everyone remember me again?"
Wu Si's gaze fell on the treetops shrouded in white mist in the distance, and after a while, he spoke:
"There is one opportunity, but it will be extremely difficult."
She looked at Li Shuwen and said, "The Pokémon you lost should have been sent there already."
Li Shuwen frowned:
"Shouldn't they be changed by the timeline, returning to where they were before I subdued them?"
Wu Si shook his head:
"These Pokémon are influenced by your power and deeply bound to you, so they will naturally enjoy the same treatment as you."
"You were miraculously unaffected, but they were different."
Li Shuwen frowned: "Where did they go?"
Wu Si's voice deepened:
"Purgatory. That's the hell where all the surviving products of abandoned timelines reside."
"Those who can survive in purgatory, and the Pokémon they are, are true monsters."
"Once you enter Purgatory, you can only return through the gates of Purgatory."
Wu Si paused for a moment: "After returning from the gates of Purgatory, you will return to this timeline."
"But have you really thought this through? Given your current situation, it's not impossible for you to start over with Cynthia."
Li Shuwen sat on the stone bench, remaining silent for a long time.
The wind in the pavilion blew through the bamboo curtain, ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead.
He looked down at his hands, hands that had once held countless Poké Balls and patted countless Pokémon on the shoulder.
"If it weren't for the Staff-tailed Armored Dragon and the others, and I were all alone, would I still be Li Shuwen?"
Wu Si did not answer.
"Besides," Li Shuwen looked up and smiled, "in my current state, there's no way I can have a good ending with Cynthia, is there?"
The voice of Soroyak echoed urgently in his mind:
"Don't go. That hellish place, Purgatory, those who go there never come back."
Wu Si replied, "No, actually, people are constantly returning from purgatory."
"But the changes they bring after returning to the timeline will be completely unknown to anyone."
Li Shuwen stood up: "I'm going to see Cynthia one last time, and then I'll ask Senior Wusi to open the gates of Purgatory for me."
As night fell, the streets of Shenhe Town gradually quieted down.
Using a borrowed food truck and ingredients, Li Shuwen set up a small ice cream stand not far from Shirona's house.
Warm yellow light hung down from the stall's ceiling, illuminating a small, handwritten wooden sign.
Cynthia was feeling somewhat agitated when she left her house.
Her grandmother's words from that afternoon were still swirling in her mind, along with those inexplicable images.
She shook her head, trying to shake off the shadows, and then she saw the ice cream stand.
She walked over and stood in front of the stall.
Before she could speak, Li Shuwen had already taken out an ice cream box and handed it to her.
Cynthia paused for a moment, then laughed: "Boss, I haven't even ordered yet, and you already know I want ice cream? And you like the flavor you gave me?"
Li Shuwen smiled and said, "Open the lid and taste it, then you'll know."
Cynthia took it, opened the lid, scooped out a spoonful, and put it in her mouth.
The coolness melted on her tongue, and her eyes lit up: "Delicious!"
She stood beside the stall, eating ice cream spoonful by spoonful.
Halfway through her meal, she looked up and found the owner looking at her with a warm and gentle gaze.
Cynthia stopped cooking and looked at Li Shuwen:
"Boss, do we know each other?"
Li Shuwen looked at her, his gaze calm:
"Maybe we knew each other in a past life, and maybe we even dated."
Cynthia frowned and said, "A past life? Boss, you really know how to joke."
If anyone else had said that, she probably would have thrown the ice cream back at his face.
But for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to say those things to this person.
She looked at him and suddenly felt that his face was almost too handsome under the light.
Cynthia laughed and said, "You're quite handsome, and your ice cream is delicious. I might consider dating you."
Li Shuwen tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth curving into a wider smile: "Okay."
He let go of the control he had always maintained over his appearance.
Cynthia's breath caught in her throat for a moment.
She looked at him, her lips slightly parted, "Can men be this beautiful?"
Li Shuwen turned around and pushed a bicycle out from behind the food cart, holding the handlebars, and looked back at her:
"Can my girlfriend invite you for a drive?"
Cynthia looked at the bicycle and burst out laughing:
"Other people take their girlfriends for a ride on a motorcycle, but you bring a bicycle. It's really funny."
But her hand was already on the back seat.
She sat down sideways, holding onto the edge of the seat, her chin slightly raised towards the road ahead:
"What are you waiting for? Get the car moving!"
Li Shuwen stepped on the pedal, and the bicycle moved forward smoothly.
The streets of Shenhe Town were quiet in the night, with streetlights casting warm yellow patches of light on the road.
The bicycles moved slowly along the commercial street. Some of the shops on both sides still had their lights on, and some people were sitting in the doorways enjoying the cool air. When they saw them pass by, they glanced at them a few more times.
A group of children rode up from behind on bicycles.
As they passed Li Shuwen and Shirona, the children turned back with smiles and called out:
"Look at that older boy, he's riding so slowly! If I ever have a girlfriend, I'll definitely take her and ride like the wind!"
Li Shuwen's voice came from ahead, tinged with laughter: "If I ride too fast, how will you see clearly that I've found such a beautiful girlfriend?"
Cynthia's pupils contracted slightly.
She sat in the back seat, the night breeze passing by her ears, carrying a faint fragrance of flowers and the scent of earth.
Suddenly, some images flashed through her mind: a purple, glowing figure slowly driving in the night, with her sitting in the back and her arm around the waist of the person in front.
Cynthia instinctively reached out and felt eight strangely familiar abs.
Li Shuwen laughed. Even though she had lost her memory, Cynthia hadn't changed this habit.
The images and her current feelings overlapped, making it difficult for Cynthia to distinguish between the memory and reality for a moment.
She shook her slightly throbbing head, closed her eyes, and continued to feel her abdominal muscles.