He hesitated before adding,
"But... I don't think this is my favorite flower."
His gaze lowered to the tulip resting in his hands.
"I just like the scent."
The elderly woman, none other than Elder Memu, smiled softly.
"It is your favorite flower. You told me so yourself."
Confusion immediately crossed Gou Feng's face.
"I told you?"
He looked up at her.
"But I've never been here before. We've never even met."
"Are you certain?"
Memu expression softened.
"Does this place truly feel unfamiliar to you?"
She stepped closer.
"Close your eyes."
Gou Feng blinked.
"...What?"
"Close your eyes," Memu repeated patiently.
"And breathe."
Perhaps because her voice carried an inexplicable warmth, Gou Feng obeyed.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
The floral fragrance then filled his senses.
White tulips, fresh grass, morning dew, and a field of endless blossoms.
Golden sunlight.
Laughter carried by the wind.
A blurred figure reaching toward him.
