The Years When I Regained My Memories

Where did I come from? Where am I going? This is one of life’s greatest philosophical questions, one that even many successful people are still pondering. Though I am not among the successful, I have been thinking about this for over four hundred years. I can’t remember anything from before. From the moment I became aware, I had no soul, no future, no hope. I didn’t even know what it meant to hope for the future. I was lost.

At the foot of Mount Yi in M City, a crowd was cheering. A remarkably calm and strikingly beautiful woman, whose elegance did nothing to diminish her charm, stepped out of the race car.

Just then, the host’s booming voice echoed across the scene: “Once again, the first place in this Legendary Club event goes to our very own racing goddess, Prince Xuan Wang! Let’s give her another round of applause!”

While the host continued his fervent commentary, Prince Xuan Wang had already gotten back in the car and was driving smoothly towards the city, the passionate music playing softly in the background. She hadn’t gone far before she found herself caught in a long, unmoving line of traffic. With a swift smack of the steering wheel and a rub of her nose bridge, she sighed, feeling exhausted as she did every day. Just as her patience was wearing thin, her phone rang. She pulled it out—a semi-transparent model that, with a flick, displayed three different screens.

Prince Xuan Wang answered, “Who is it? Can’t you see I’m already annoyed?”

A voice replied, “My dear Xuan, such a temper! Are you looking for trouble again? Should I come