Mainland Martial Arts

At this moment, Lin Ding's eyes were also red, and his lips were trembling slightly. He wanted to say something, but he choked back a sob. He raised his hand and gently placed it on Lin Feng's shoulder, applying a little pressure, as if trying to confirm Lin Feng's existence through this touch. Finally, his voice became hoarse, and he said twice: "It's okay, it's okay."

Lin Chaoyao stood aside, a pleased smile on his face, tears welling in his eyes. He took a step forward, his voice steady yet full of affection: "Lin Feng, welcome home." His gaze locked onto Lin Feng, a gaze filled with the love of an elder for a younger generation, and the hope for the family's legacy.

Then, the rest of the Lin family gathered around, chatting with Lin Feng. Lin Nuofeng patted Lin Feng on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Brother, you're finally back. We can get into trouble together again." Lin Lifeng echoed, "Yeah, it's been a lot less fun at home since you're gone." Cousin Lin Xinyue, with tears in her eyes, gently took Lin Feng's hand and said, "Brother, you've suffered so much over the years."

Lin Feng stood among the crowd, a polite smile plastered on his face, but a deep sense of doubt lingered in his eyes. He struggled to find a clue to his memory among these familiar yet unfamiliar faces, but his mind remained blank. He looked at the enthusiastic family members before him, opened his mouth, and didn't know how to respond. He could only nod from time to time and utter simple acknowledgments.

Chen Xiner stood at the back of the crowd, watching all this quietly. Her eyes were complicated, with surprise, confusion, and mostly disbelief. Six years ago, the nightmarish experience in the uninhabited area of ​​the northwest flooded back to her mind like a tide. They went to the God's mansion, thinking they could discover a shocking secret, but unexpectedly fell into endless danger. After escaping from the God's mansion, they mistakenly entered the nest of half-human, half-beast. The monsters there were more powerful than one could imagine. Semi-saint-level monsters were rampant in the nest, and there were even terrifying saint-level creatures. In that desperate situation, Lin Feng risked his life to cover her, Xu Tian, ​​and Chen Yu's escape at the cost of self-destruction. At that moment, Lin Feng's figure gradually blurred in the light, and she thought she would never see him again.

And now, Lin Feng was standing right before her, alive and well. This was too much for Chen Xin'er to believe, and she was convinced the Lin Feng before her was fake. But watching the Lin family members immersed in the joy of reunion, their laughter echoing through the courtyard, she couldn't bear to disrupt this beautiful moment. She bit her lower lip, her hands unconsciously clenched, her nails digging deep into her palms, a tormenting conflict brewing within her.

As everyone interacted with Lin Feng, the Lin family gradually noticed something was amiss. Lin Feng's responses were always a bit awkward, and his eyes lacked the familiarity and intimacy that should exist between family members. When Lin Xinyue affectionately called him "brother," expecting Lin Feng to respond playfully as before, Lin Feng simply smiled awkwardly, his eyes filled with confusion.

Liu Wenjing was the first to notice something was wrong. Her smile gradually faded, replaced by a look of worry. She walked over to Lin Feng again, gently cupping his face with both hands, examining him closely, as if searching for answers. "Feng'er, are you okay? Don't scare your mother." Her voice trembled slightly, thick with concern and uneasiness.

Lin Feng looked at his mother's anxious face, a mixture of emotions welling up in his heart. The emotional surge felt like something was choking his throat, and for a moment, he was speechless. He opened his mouth, but only a few slurred words came out. He wanted to tell his mother he had lost his memory, but he was afraid that would only make her even more worried. His eyes were filled with helplessness and pain, his hands unconsciously clenching the corners of his clothes, secretly regretting his lost memory.

At this moment, Qing Yuze, who had been standing behind Lin Feng, stepped forward with steady steps. He wore a moon-white brocade robe, its corners fluttering gently in the breeze. A jade pendant adorned his waist, gleaming softly in the setting sun. He stood tall and straight, his demeanor refined, his every gesture evoking the demeanor of a young master from an aristocratic family. He bowed to the crowd, his movements graceful yet respectful, his voice clear and gentle, "Greetings, everyone. Brother Lin and I met in Qingmu City. During our conversation, I was shocked to discover that he...he has lost his memory."

These words were like a bombshell, instantly exploding through the crowd. The once bustling courtyard suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone froze, their smiles instantly frozen, replaced by expressions of shock and disbelief. Everyone's eyes turned to Lin Feng, their eyes filled with confusion and concern.

Lin Feng looked at the reactions of the crowd and felt guilty. He lowered his head slightly, his eyes showing pain and helplessness, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, I forgot about you all." There was a slight tremor in his voice, as if he was telling of an unspeakable pain.

Lin Chaoyao, the elder who once held the reins of power in the Lin family, had abdicated four years ago, but he still exuded an aura of authority without even getting angry. He stood tall in the crowd, looking at Lin Feng with loving eyes, and said slowly, "It's okay. It's a blessing that you can return safely." His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the courtyard like a bell, giving people a sense of peace of mind.

When Liu Wenjing heard the news of Lin Feng's amnesia, her eyes instantly turned red, tears welling up in them. She quickly walked over to Lin Feng and held his hand tightly, as if she was afraid he would disappear again. Her hands trembled slightly, and her voice was filled with a mother's tenderness and determination. "Don't worry, Feng'er. Mom will definitely find the best doctor to cure you." Her eyes were filled with concern and heartache, as if to tell Lin Feng that no matter what happened, she would always be by his side.

Lin Feng looked at his mother's worried face, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart, and his eyes became slightly moist. He felt his mother's deep love, and this love made him find a trace of warmth and support in this strange world.

Yet, amidst the voices of concern and comfort, Chen Xiner stood quietly in the corner, looking at Lin Feng with a complicated expression. Her hands unconsciously twisted together, her fingertips turning white from the force. Her eyes were filled with suspicion and vigilance, as if she were looking at a stranger.