Emily Stone didn't say anything; she just stared at him blankly, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, her lips biting down hard.
"Don't you remember?" Morgan Benson was very patient, gently coaxing her to start thinking, "Then what do you like?"
After he asked these words, Morgan's deep eyes reddened even more. He had waited many years for this day, constantly thinking that if he could see his sister in this lifetime, he would definitely ask her what she liked.
No matter what she liked, even if it was the stars in the sky, he would find a way to pluck them down to compensate her.
"..." Emily still remained silent but shook her head, which was a form of simple communication.
This unexpectedly delighted Tara Summer: "She seems to respond differently to you. Do you know, ordinarily, she's very resistant to strangers and wouldn't sit so quietly listening to you!"
