"Ailith was puzzled about how a soul injury could be cured in such a short amount of time. It hadn't been much time since she entered this magical realm.
"What do you mean, the furthest memories we met before..."
Onver stopped for a moment, putting pressure on his mind to remember any clues. His red eyes flashed; he remembered now. How could he forget about this girl who was the first person to introduce him to Magic?
"You're the girl with cherry-flavored lips."
"What the heck? I told you to mind your language."
But Ailith stopped when she comprehended the meaning of cherry-flavored lips. How could his lips have any taste? More importantly, even if they did, why would Onver know about it?
"Hey, calm down. I gave you CPR that time."
Onver paused, letting the words sink into Ailith's mind.
"You know, maybe that's an excuse."
"You!!!"
