After a long silence, Lin Haitang's gaze gradually deepened.
"You... know everything?"
Meng Lang smiled.
"Forgetting is sometimes the soul's ritual of breaking free... It's not just me, it's you too...
You've hinted so obviously, and I'm not blind.
Besides, you know, in this world, few can hide things from us.
After all, hiding for a moment is easy, but hiding for a lifetime is hard."
He stared into the other's eyes.
"So... when did it start?"
Another long silence. "By the sea, the day you sang to me..."
"I guessed so... No wonder you've been off these past few days."
Meng Lang's gaze gradually grew more complex.
"So you've... remembered everything?"
As if he saw the worry in Meng Lang's eyes, the corners of Lin Haitang's mouth slightly curled up into a beautiful arc.
"No, currently it's still just a very small part, and during the long period of sealing, memory loss is almost inevitable.
So... I'm still me."
Meng Lang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
