The woman's eyes reflected Han Fei's face as she took step after step forward.
Her hand uncontrollably lifted, but as it was about to touch Han Fei's face, it stopped; she slowly retracted her fingers.
"Why are you here? Where is your family?"
Han Fei looked at the woman's face, so close to his own. He didn't remember the woman before him; all the memories related to her had been completely forgotten. He merely had a vague feeling that she was different from other passersby—there was no hidden malice in her gaze.
Shaking his head slightly, Han Fei slowly calmed down and hid his bloody arm behind him, "I have an excellent memory, but now I have amnesia. I can't remember anything besides my own name."
"Amnesia?" The woman was somewhat hesitant; the Han Fei before her was like a blank slate, and this encounter might serve as a new beginning.
