They always said that memories belonged to you.
No one else could take them away...
But Grandma Ji was different.
Grandma Ji... couldn't hold on to her memories.
If even your memories weren't your own...
how could you hold on to the good things in life?
Silence fell over the dorm room.
"Forget it. There's nothing we can do about this."
Zhang Bo said helplessly.
They weren't gods.
And they weren't doctors.
All they could do was hope that future medical technology would make a breakthrough in treating this condition.
Maybe it could help elderly people with memory loss recover their memories.
"At least Grandma Ji was happy at the time."
Zhuge Yun's lips curled slightly.
"Grandma Ji must've been overjoyed, right?"
"She finally got to see Fei."
"And Fei remembered what Grandma Ji had said all those years ago. It really brought her a red butterfly."
"Just hearing about it makes us feel so moved."
"Mm."
Zhao Luzheng nodded.
No one could really guarantee what the future would bring.
It was enough that she was happy in that moment.
"Of course."
Xiao Xiao's lips curved.
"Grandma Ji was very happy."
"Today was simply the right time for them to reunite."
Everything was ready.
Everything was just right.
"Hey."
Zhuge Yun suddenly thought of something...
"Third Brother."
He looked at Xiao Xiao's hand.
"That four-leaf clover was a gift from a monster."
"The red—"
"What?"
Zhang Bo interrupted Zhuge Yun. "What four-leaf clover?"
"The monster gave Third Brother a gift too?"
Zhao Luzheng's eyes lit up.
"Yeah."
Zhuge Yun nodded.
"A four-leaf clover, too, with a lovely meaning."
"Don't interrupt me yet."
Zhuge Yun hurriedly explained, then waved for Zhang Bo and Zhao Luzheng to hold off.
"Let me