"I, when I was saved on the speedboat last time, seemed to recall something," she retraced these moments, and she was not without anxiety, anxious that she might have guessed wrong, feeling that he must have remembered something as well.
What she hadn't expected was that her words had poked at his sore spot, the sore spot that Grandpa Yao had just mocked.
His brows deeply furrowed, creasing, but it was an undeniable fact. Thus, he let out a long breath and admitted, "Yes."
"What 'yes'?"
"We've met before."
The shock was instantaneous, she could fit half a fist in her mouth, "You're saying we've met before, but how come you didn't recognize me, and I didn't recognize you?"
"In that kind of place, I transported hundreds of patients a day, how could I remember you?"
"Then how did you suddenly remember?"
"Specific environments."
It was the exact scenario that brought the memories sedimented at the bottom to resurface.
