My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy
Chapter 940 Call me sister-in-law

Sophie has a glint of expectation under her eyes, "What, master, ask all you want, I tell you everything I know."

Jocelyn continued to look at Sophie's face with a serious face and asked, "Was there ever a female general that died for you?"

At that, Sophie immediately shook her head. "No, what's wrong?"

Sophie's words confused the hell out of Jocelyn.

"No?"

How could there be none?

She clearly saw it all.

Sophie reminisced about her past with a serious look on her face.

And then she nodded quite definitely, "Well, I'm pretty sure that there really wasn't."

Jocelyn frowned slightly.

No?

And what was that memory just now exactly?

Is Sophie forgetting something?

Or is that story just really not there?

If it doesn't exist, why could she see that memory?

She had a brain that couldn't possibly make up stories for no reason, could it?

Sophie's eyes were full of questions, with a few searching glances under her eyes, "What's wrong?"

"In my head, a memory has come up of me being a female general who has been leading you on the run." said Jocelyn.

Once again, Sophie tried to remember her past.

And then, with certainty, she said, "I really don't have such a story in my memory, are you hallucinating?"

Jocelyn shook her head.

She was quite sure that it was not hallucination at all.

Just hearing Sophie say this, Jocelyn did not pursue the matter further.

She changed the subject.

"Well, tell your brother's story." added Jocelyn.

"Well, I have an older brother, a righteous son adopted by my father, called Diego. When my father adopted him, he was five and I was four. We both accompanied each other and grew up together. We learned to ride together, practiced archery, learn to wrestle together, learn, together, chess, calligraphy and painting."

"We have a great bond, really, and I'm even closer to him than I am to my own brother, who is by blood."

"I have loved meat balls since I was a child, and my brother, for my sake, sought out several chefs to learn the dish, to make, with a difference, delicacy."

"Now, the meat ball I'm eating is what my brother tastes like."

"My brother died on the battlefield when he was fourteen years old, following my father, leading his troops into battle, and I was heartbroken at the time."

"It is said that my brother, before he died, thought of nothing but me."

Sophie continued.

At the end of the sentence, the girl's eyes turned red.

The crystal teardrops, from under the girl's eyes, flowed down, wetting her dress.

Listening to Sophie's story and looking at Sophie's tears, Noah's heart, once again, cramped hard.

"The person that my brother loved the most was me, and to the day he died, it was me that he missed the most."

"And I, apart from my father, am most attached to my brother."

Sophie said again.

Looking at Sophie's face, a strange memory once again surfaced in front of Noah's eyes.

The memory of a valiant young man in all silver armour, fighting on the battlefield, is invincible.

He rides, snow-white warhorse, wielding a silvery, sharp maul, and fights bravely.

In the midst of the sword, he was as valiant as a god of war.

Behind him, the battle flag fluttered.

Noah frowned deeply, and in his mind, an incredible thought appeared.

He then looked at Sophie with a serious face and asked, "Did your brother, when he fought, wear all silver armour?"

Sophie nodded, a faint surprise flashing across her eyes, "Yes. How did you know?"

"Yes." Sophie nodded again.

Noah looked at Sophie with a serious face, "Then I am, most likely, your brother."

That memory must have been an experience that belonged to him.

If not, how, again, would it appear in his mind.

Combined with, after seeing Sophie, his own various perverse reactions, Noah became more and more certain.

At these words, Sophie and Jocelyn were simultaneously filled with astonishment.

The two spoke in unison, "What?"

Noah then described the image in his mind, which had just appeared, to Sophie, once again.

Sophie then said, "The man who appeared in your memory, on the back of his right hand, did he have a small snake tattoo?"

Noah then once again carefully recalled the image he had just seen.

The juvenile in the image, on the back of his right hand, is indeed tattooed with a small snake.

Noah then looked at Sophie and nodded, "You're right."

In an instant, Sophie's tears involuntarily fell, "You are my brother. That's why you have my brother's memories. That memory must be your past life."

"My brother is that as you say." said Sophie again.

In an instant, Sophie, excited, fell straight into tears.

Noah has only sporadic memories, at this time inside was not as excited as Sophie.

She just watched Sophie in tears, and in his heart, he felt aching.

Watching this play between the siblings, Jocelyn's eyes were filled with shock.

She was touched by this brother-sister relationship that spanned thousands of years.

And for this incredible experience, too.

Past lives, present lives, karmic reincarnation.

It's really fantastic.

"Brother." Sophie got up and walked over to Noah, holding his hand tightly, "I miss you so much."

Sophie then hugged Noah tightly.

Noah hugged Sophie back.

The recognition of brother and sister, spanning thousands of years, deeply touched Jocelyn.

Jocelyn's eyes, involuntarily, reddened.

"Brother, you used to call me Sophie, so you can call me Sophie from now on." Sophie added. Noah looked serious, "Okay."

"Brother, I'm glad you've had a really good life." Sophie added.

"In the future, brother will take good care of you." Noah said as he gently stroked her hair.

Sophie nodded heavily.

"Sophie, the name of your brother you speak of, in history, seems to be unrecorded. Why is that?" Jocelyn asked.

"I don't know, the historian recorded everything, maybe because that history has been passed down for a long time, it's missing some of it." Sophie added.

It makes sense, thought Jocelyn.

"Then from now on, don't call me master, just call me sister-in-law." Jocelyn added.

Sophie nodded, "Okay, sister-in-law."