In a restaurant, they reserved a private room and ordered many specialty dishes.
An Ruo found the dishes very familiar and enjoyable.
Even without memories, her taste hadn't changed.
Seeing her enjoy the dishes, Xingtian couldn't help but ask her, "You used to love these dishes. Do you feel anything while eating them now?"
An Ruo nodded, "They just taste good."
"Didn't anything come to mind?"
She shook her head, saying gloomily, "It would be great if I could recall something. I try hard to remember, and even when I try to the point of breaking my head, I can't recall anything, let alone when I'm not trying."
Xingtian took a sip of his drink and smiled slightly, "It's okay, take your time. You will remember one day."
An Ruo shook her head in disappointment, "Forget it, if I can't remember, so be it."
The man smiled again, and although his smile looked gentle, no one knew what he was thinking.
