"What does she look like? Any distinguishing features?"
"..." Lance couldn't come up with an answer. He hadn't even seen the woman's face; the only thing he remembered was a red mole beneath her shoulder.
Also, she had a large chest, and it felt great to touch...
Cough cough, where was his mind wandering to? Bring it back, bring it back!
The officer saw that Lance had no clue and also found it difficult. After thinking for a while, he suggested, "Why not, I'll pull up some records for the prince to see if he can recognize anyone."
"Good." Lance thought it was a good idea.
Maybe with pictures, he would be able to recognize her.
...
Ten minutes later, Lance was dizzy, holding his temples, and looking at the computer screen with stars in his eyes: all the women from country A who had immigration records appeared the same to him! It made him so dizzy he could hardly stand it!
He couldn't recognize a face, couldn't recognize a feeling, couldn't recognize anything!
