If it weren't for Huai'an turning the key to bring in the meal, she would have continued to be deluded, imagining the yard of the small villa still contained a patch of golden tulips.
"Time for dinner, what are you thinking about?" Huai'an, dressed in home clothes, stood refreshingly in front of her with the room light turned on.
She sat up, looking at Huai'an: "Huai'an, did I lose some of my memories because I tried to forget someone? My memory is missing, isn't it?"
"Qianxue?" Huai'an's hand, holding the food, trembled slightly, and then he gently placed the meals on the nightstand, sitting on the edge of the bed: "Why do you ask? Did you have a nightmare again?"
Qianxue grasped his hand tightly, gazing steadily at him: "Huai'an, that dream is real, right? In my dream, there was a car coming towards me... and the memories from four years ago, they are fragmented, I always remember bits and pieces before it cuts off, as if a section of the tape was snipped away..."
