If something had already been forgotten, she would highlight the words above in red and read them once every day to deepen her memory, remembering everything that had happened.
She had forgotten nearly all of her past and did not want to forget anything more.
The Nightingale sat in the back of the carriage with her. After dealing with the assistants, she thought about the war taking place on the front lines, then looked at the serious Kiana beside her.
Her expression was solemn and earnest. She was looking at her phone with a slight frown, her lips moving faintly as though she were reciting something.
Amnesia...
It really was a terrifying condition. She did not dare imagine how painful it would be if she ever forgot her brother, or if her brother forgot her.
Kiana had not only lost her past; she was also constantly losing her present memories.
Yet there was no sadness to be felt from her.
The Nightingale believed she could never be as strong as Kiana. What was more, there was almost no trace of any negative emotion on Kiana.
Her situation was clearly not good. She might forget what happened today by tomorrow, yet she remained strong, optimistic, and eager to help others.
Her heart was as dazzling as her beauty.
That was the impression The Nightingale had of her.
A long time passed.
Kiana and The Nightingale got out of the car, feeling as though their bodies were about to fall apart from the ride. They had finally arrived near the battlefield.
This place was not far from the combat zone. Even after getting out of the car, they could still vaguely hear the sound of gunfire and artillery.
The air was filled with the unpleasant smell of gunpowder.
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