Chiang Xiao truly didn't understand why he suddenly asked so clearly; before, he never really inquired much about Chen Zhu.
While tidying up the dishes, she vaguely said, "I don't know either, because I was still little at that time."
"Don't you miss her?"
"No, why should I miss her? After all, since I can remember, I've never seen her, so it doesn't matter at all."
"...It's been tough on you."
Ah Liu said, looking deeply into Chiang Xiao's eyes.
Chiang Xiao packed her things and carried a kettle of hot water outside, never meeting his gaze.
Ah Liu watched her back, but a woman's image came to mind.
That mountain village, that mountain behind, that cave, that rainstorm.
The image of that woman.
He had already remembered.
When the memories first returned, Ah Liu found it a bit hard to accept.
Well, actually, even now, he found it somewhat hard to accept.
