No, impossible!
Memoria, don't be so sentimental.
But, if it's not that, why is he secretly taking pictures of her?
"Memoria, my mom's birthday is in a couple of days, are you free?"
"Of course I am." Memoria lifted her face and responded with a smile, "When's Auntie's birthday?"
"Next Monday." James Xavier replied.
"Great, I'll definitely be there to celebrate Auntie's birthday."
Memoria agreed without thinking, scooping a spoonful of porridge to her lips.
Suddenly, a flash of realization struck her mind, and the porridge choked her throat, causing her to cough violently.
"Memoria?"
James Xavier quickly stood up, walked over to help pat her back, and grabbed tissues to help her wipe her face.
"No... no need!"
Memoria hastily avoided him, took the tissues and wiped her mouth herself.
"Are you okay?" James Xavier tilted his face, looking at her with concern.
"I'm... I'm fine!" Memoria waved her hand eagerly, "James, you... go back and finish eating!"
0619, 0619!
