Li Zhiyuan: "Hmm."
Picking up the peach branch from the bed, Li Zhiyuan planned to return Liu Yumei's candle flame essence to her.
Liu Yumei: "Which branch of the family are you from?"
Li Zhiyuan truly didn't know how to answer this question.
If he were to examine it carefully, he should belong to Alii's branch.
Liu Yumei misunderstood and said, "You're from a collateral branch? Don't worry, the division between direct and collateral is to distribute family resources. Since you have such potential, your status will surely be higher than the direct line. The old ones in the family won't fail to understand this; if they don't, then I will arrange it for you."
Li Zhiyuan: "Thank you, Miss Liu."
The youth's fingertips approached the candle flame, gently hooking it, and the milky white candle flame separated from the holder, starting to burn at his fingertips.
Next, he would inject it into Liu Yumei's forehead, allowing her to recover all her memories.
