Every scar here is a mark from his past episodes.
She gently caressed them, her heart aching.
After a long while, she lowered her gaze to look at him.
"Does it still hurt?"
"It hasn't hurt in ages!" He dismissively wiped his chin with a towel and then lifted her down.
"So, do the episodes still happen now?"
She looked up at him, worry in her eyes.
He stood in front of the mirror, fixing his hairstyle with hair wax, skillfully transforming it into a stylish pompadour.
This was a question she had asked more than a few times since coming back.
But he always chose to ignore it.
Not responding for so long only made her worry more.
After a pause, he finally said, "Occasionally... not often, very rarely. It's almost negligible."
She sighed, memories of Han Yimo from years ago resurfacing. If only she could find a way to contact him.
"Stop thinking about that. Quickly change your clothes. We have an important event to attend today!"
"What kind of event?" she asked, intrigued.
