The azure, clear, boundless sky made the woman's heart feel more open as well.
"It should be the same as always..."
Or something like that...
"You know too..."
"My mother's condition..."
The woman spoke slowly, as though she was organizing her thoughts and carefully choosing her words at the same time.
"Her memory is poor."
"Very poor."
"That night, my mother kept talking all the way home."
"She knew her memory was poor too."
"...After she got home, she searched everywhere for paper and a pen, saying she wanted to draw the scene of her meeting Fei..."
"...She said that even if she forgot later, the drawing could remind her..."
It was just that...
Seeing how excited the old woman had been at the time...
They had all been immersed in the old woman's joy at finally getting what she wanted.
No one had been willing to shatter that happiness.
"...When she woke up the next day..."
"Everything had returned to normal."
The woman let out a deep sigh.
"My mother had forgotten what happened the day before."
"Even when she saw the drawing she had made, she couldn't remember a thing."
"I told her, but she only looked at me blankly."
"I..."
Seeing the old woman like that, she felt rather sad.
The old woman had been so happy the day before...
Worried that she would forget, she had kept muttering about meeting Fei right up until she went to bed...
She had even deliberately drawn a picture.
The old woman had spent a long time drawing it.
In fact, it had already been clear while she was drawing that the old woman's memories of what happened were somewhat hazy.
The woman hadn't been there when the old woman met Fei, so she couldn't offer any help when the