"So, what you mean is that you've remembered some things about you and Honghong from the past?"
When He Qing asked this question, Su Wangchuan's very certain expression hesitated for a moment.
After a while, he said, "I've only remembered part of it; how we ended up separating, how it possessed me, I have no idea. What I do recall is the feelings I once had for Honghong."
He chuckled lightly, self-mockingly, "It might be hard to believe if I say it out loud, but the most important time of my childhood was all about his presence."
He remembered how he used to leap through mountain streams, gently carrying a bunch of dark red wild grapes. How he shook his fluffy tail to amuse that little baby laughing with drool streaming. He even remembered how he carefully chose a tree hollow as a nest...
But these shouldn't be his memories.
However, amidst his scattered thoughts, he heard He Qing's careless laugh.
