"That's what people who lose their memory are like..." Angelet smiled and looked up at the sky.

The blue sky is like a large piece of sapphire, with wisps of tobacco-like white clouds floating around the edge. The warm but not dazzling sun hangs on the horizon, shining down a soft pale golden sunshine.

A breeze blew over, filled with green grass and the faint scent of wild flowers.

"Not only do I know that you have lost your memory, I also know that you were definitely not an ordinary person before." He didn't wait for Hylia to speak, and then said, "But I don't know who you are. I just think you are

People are very interesting.”

Angelet turned his head and looked at the wooden board on the right, where a thin man in gray was lying.

The man's face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked weak and seriously ill. He was still holding a short black wooden stick tightly in his right hand, as if he was holding the most precious thing in the world.

This man immediately noticed Angelet's gaze, turned his face sideways, and narrowed his green eyes slightly.

"Do you know me?" The green-eyed man's voice was very low, as if he hadn't drank water for many days, and his throat was extremely dry.

Angelet and Hylia were both attracted by this man's voice.

Hylia looked at the man and felt very familiar, but she couldn't remember who he was. She just rubbed her temples in pain and lost herself in thought.
Chapter completed!