At the food stand, people came and went.
An Yu Sheng ordered a case of beers and a few dishes.
“Kacha.” There was the sound of the can being opened.
Luo Qing Chen took two sips before saying with a helpless smile, “Alcohol really is good.”
An Yu Sheng opened another can, but Luo Qing Chen stopped him, “But you can’t drink.”
“Why?” When her soft palms touched his fingers, he felt his heart suddenly tremble.
This was a feeling that came from the bottom of his heart, he couldn’t lie to himself.
“Because you are sick!”
Luo Qing Chen took her hand back and drank all the beer in front of him, “Sick people can’t drink!”
“Amnesia isn’t considered an illness.” He picked up the can with a bit of stubbornness and took a sip, “But they were all hesitant when I asked them why I lost my memory, only Qing Rou told me.”
“What did she say?”
She felt a bit more nervous at that moment.
“She wanted me to find you for the answer.”
He took a deep look at her and there were complicated emotions behind each word. That gentle voice that was very magnetic, her eyes couldn’t help turning red.
“Without memories, there are no answers.” Luo Qing Chen looked at him and said, “Most of your guesses are true, but…..the things of the past, if only one person has their memories, it can’t be considered a complete story.”
Memories were the best collection of feelings.
If there weren’t memories, it didn’t matter if you knew the answer.
It was like a movie, it was just a story that you heard from others.
“Yes, it is a complete story.” After a while, his cool voice slowly said, “I know that I liked you before.”
This love never left, it was only she remembered and he forgot.
“Right, the past you loved me.” Luo Qing Chen gave a bitter laugh, “But that was the past you, what about now?”
An empty life without memories, can you talk about love with the feelings of a few days?
This love, would he believe it?
If he believed it, why would he ask her this?
Silence, silence, silence.
Until there was a sharp cry from beside them that cut through the silence.
There was another sharp cry and An Yu Sheng almost instantly pulled her behind him, looking in the direction of this cry with vigilance.
A five year old little girl was kidnapped by a man with a knife. Her mother was on the ground with a pale look on her face.
“Don’t hurt my daughter, I beg you…...don’t hurt my daughter.”
“Your daughter…...Your daughter……” The man with the knife muttered with a look of despair, “Why can your daughter live, but my daughter is dead! Why, why!”
“Mom, save me, mom, save me……” The child collar was being held by the knife wielding man and they were being held in the air while crying and struggling.
“Don’t cry!” The knife wielding man said in a sharp voice before roaring in a hoarse voice, “My daughter didn’t cry when she took her last breath, how can you cry!”
As he said this, he slid his knife across the arm of the little girl.
Blood instantly began flowing.
“Don’t, don’t hurt my child!” Her mother cried out, “She is only five years old! She is only a five year old child……”
“Five years old, so what?” His terrifying eyes glowed with the darkness of the devil in the night as he said, “My child was only five years old, but she still died! That cold winter, she froze to death!”