On the third day, they went to Nan Sichen's downtown apartment again, and this time Nan Sichen requested to eat dumplings, saying that he seemed to remember someone important used to love them.
Qin Yin quickly held his hand and asked, "Then do you remember who that important person is?"
"Perhaps it's myself," he replied coolly, "So I want to taste the dumpling's flavor."
Qin Yin's lips curled slightly, her smile tinged with both disappointment and a hint of sarcasm; each time filled with a hopeful longing for his memories to return, yet he always offered a glimmer of hope only for it to turn into disappointment.
She sighed lightly and then went to the kitchen to make the dough.
Nan Sichen followed her in, watching as she put flour into the bowl. He pinched some flour between his fingers, bringing it up to his nose to smell, leaving a white smudge on his nose, before touching his chin, which also ended up with a patch of white.
