Taking advantage of him looking out the window, Zhixi unabashedly observed him.
At certain moments, fragments would flash through her mind, making her somewhat dazed.
However, when she tried to chase them, they vanished without a trace.
She bit her lip, feeling a wave of frustration.
"Do you remember what your home looks like?" the man suddenly asked in a low voice.
Zhixi was stunned for a moment, seeing him turn his head to look at her, she realized he was talking to her.
She smiled sheepishly: "I... I don't really remember, but I know my house is big and beautiful with three full stories and a lovely little garden. The carpet in the living room was very soft, and children loved to run around barefoot on it, or lay there playing..."
"Children?" the man caught onto those words, "Are they your children?"
Zhixi was taken aback again, then shook her head dumbfounded: "I don't know either..."
Why would the home she imagined have the shadow of children?
