Wendy's hand touched the couch and slid across the coffee table.
No matter how she looked at this place, nothing similar has emerged from her memory.
Frowning, Wendy said, "Michael, why do I have a sense of strangeness when I come back here?"
Michael coughed lightly and said somewhat sheepishly, "Your memory has not recovered yet, so it is normal to feel strange."
"Then which room did we live in before?" Wendy asked.
Although this was Michael's property, he had a good supply of houses, many of which he had never been to once.
Although Michael had come to this suite once or twice, he barely remembered how many rooms there were or where the master bedroom was.
Wendy's question made him a little uncomfortable.
"This..." Michael had to point to a random one and said, "this one."
Following the direction Michael pointed, Wendy walked over.
Behind Wendy, Michael's face was a little pale.
