The trip to the Welfare Institute was nearing its end.
Most of the memories that came after that were about Cai Die.
She was the one who had taken me out of the Welfare Institute.
And while I was still there, she had helped me deal with the older kids' bullying time and again.
"Are there no other memories?" Ye Qingxian asked.
"I suppose not." There was only one place left. The closer I got to the final truth, the heavier my heart felt. A touch of solemnity crept onto my already adorable little face, drawing a few more glances from Ye Qingxian. She was like a stamp collector who loved collecting expressions from her Junior Sister, now with another adorable reaction image to add to her collection.
"Do you remember where it was?" Ye Qingxian said nothing. Deep in her sea of consciousness, she gently pressed pause on the scene that had just played out. It was like having a camera: she could bring it back out to look at whenever she wanted, or even print it and collect it in an album.
Ye Qingxian had done things like this many times before.
At first, she'd felt guilty about it.
After all, she had liked her Junior Sister from the very beginning, and had started collecting these memories back when she still had her emotional thread.
Later, after she stopped liking her Junior Sister, she simply did it openly, without any guilt.
The reason was simple.
She'd gotten used to collecting them. Besides, she was Senior Sister, with every right to do so—not some lecherous man with impure intentions. There was nothing base about it.
"I remember." I did my best to keep my voice soft.
My voice was actually rather gentle. It always felt as if I were