CHAPTER 230: CHAPTER 230: LOST MEMORIES

He took a few steps forward without realizing it, his hands wanting to reach out to her, but...

The tiger was quick. After she threw Zerra on top of her head, it disappeared within the tall trees and thick vegetation.

Cassias also stopped himself, his hands clenched. He could fly to chase after her. However, he knew Zerra wouldn’t want him to do that, right?

He stood there for more than an hour, imagining the snow-white fox coming back and running toward him excitedly just like she always did when she found something that made her happy.

Unfortunately, after what felt like an eternity, she never came back.

Sending one last look in the direction where Zerra had disappeared, he walked to his house with a heavy heart.

Why was he so irrational...? The first time he saw her, looking a little out of place among the rowdy cubs with her helpless little face, he didn’t feel resistant toward her like he did to other cubs.

It had surprised him when she told him she wanted to be in the same group as him. Did she pity him because he looked so lonely?

It must have been the case. She had a mother somewhere... So she lied just to console him? Was she pretending to lose her memories...

No, she didn’t. Cassias hurriedly denied all the negative thoughts in his mind. He sat down on the chair. Zerra always slept here, on the awkward-looking chair he had made. The chair didn’t even look balanced.

One of its legs was much smaller than the other, making it a failed product. He rarely sat there. Previously, he had been wondering whether it could even support his weight without falling down.

"Zizi..." he muttered.

Now, he didn’t care whether the chair would break. He continued to stare at the door in silence.

In another place, Zerra was seated on the tiger’s head. The tiger had raced from Cassias place with lightning speed before she slowed down. Zerra had to clutch one of her ears tightly so she wouldn’t fall.

Now, the tiger was jogging slowly.

"Little cub. Let mother take a look at you."

They had arrived in some kind of nest—a cave. The tiger shook her off her head. Zerra was instantly sent flying. Fortunately, the tiger was quick in catching her, biting the scruff of her neck in time.

Her little heart nearly exploded with worry. She really couldn’t get used to this kind of treatment! It must have been the countless reincarnations as a human that had influenced her somehow.

She rubbed her little heart as the tiger let go of her, putting her in some kind of something soft? It resembled a pillow or, more like a bed since the place was big.

People around her really liked to treat her as a fragile glass, huh?

After the tiger put her there, she transformed into a human with golden hair. Zerra stared at the beautiful woman in front of her, agape.

"How do you feel?" She flipped Zerra around, rubbing her stomach, her tail, and ears, and then her back. She really checked her thoroughly.

However, it was clear the tiger didn’t seem to like her human form much. Her movement was a little awkward and stiff, unlike when she was in her tiger form, which was as nimble as a deer.

"I feel alright?" Zerra blinked when the tiger waved her hand in front of her eyes. The reply came out more like a question.

"Really? Let me check again." The mother tiger looked unconvinced as she stared at her.

"No, no, I am really alright." The little fox jumped out of the tiger’s range of hand reach. There was no way she would let this woman flip her around like a doll like that again!

The woman with golden hair and similarly golden eyes was still in doubt, but she didn’t pursue it further. She had checked Zerra thoroughly and didn’t find any physical injuries.

It might be related to her mental power if she had lost her memory.

"Now, little cub. Tell your mother honestly. What is the last thing you remember from your past memories?" She examined Zerra’s expression, motioning for the little fox to come over.

Zerra reluctantly walked over to the tiger, who instantly picked her up and put her on her lap. She subconsciously licked and bit her paw to calm herself down.

The tiger was indeed frightening and intimidating, but she could sense that this mother who had come out of nowhere really cared about her.

Or the body’s owner, to be exact.

What should she say? Should she be honest, the soul occupying the body wasn’t actually her real cub?

No.

She instantly denied it in her mind.

This world was too strange, so before she could figure out what was happening here, she shouldn’t act rashly. The tiger might suspect that Cassias had done something to her.

It could endanger his life.

"I did remember when you picked me up... I-I was injured with blood all over..." she mumbled.

The tiger frowned. "But you don’t remember anything else?"

Before Zerra could respond, the tiger picked her up and sniffed her, as if wanting to sniff any suspicious scent out of her. Zerra’s fur was messed up again.

"There is only the scent of that stinky cub." The tiger didn’t sound happy. "Maybe..."

Zerra leaped to hug her mother’s neck. "No, it’s not him! He is really kind to me, Mother. Cassias always gave the best he could for me, a total stranger!"

The tiger clicked her tongue and snatched Zerra from her neck. "Then... it doesn’t really make sense. There’s only his scent on you."

She frowned deeply and muttered, "That cub is also such a troublesome thing. His background..."

Zerra’s ears perked up, wanting to listen more. Unfortunately, her mother didn’t continue. Instead, she tapped Zerra’s nose and sighed. "Now, you have been entangled with him too."

She clutched her forehead in a headache and scowled, pinching Zerra’s soft pink pads. "Even if Mother tells you to stay away from him, you wouldn’t listen, right?"

Zerra turned her head away, a little embarrassed. Even if the tiger was most likely referring to the body’s owner, the personality was also similar to her...

"Let’s bring you to that old man tomorrow. He might be able to create a medicine that could heal you." The tiger paused, mumbling to herself. "Otherwise, we will need to take it slowly and let you remember your memory little by little."

In a tone full of discontent, she continued, "You don’t even remember your mother."