There were many gaps in his memory.
Many parts had become hazy.
Especially during the time he fell into Hell, he only vaguely remembered seeing a figure.
She had been very sad.
They had exchanged many words, or rather, he had been the one talking the whole time.
Lynn raised his head, a trace of bewilderment in his eyes.
He instinctively reached up to touch his hair.
But he had no hair.
Because he was a very flamboyant refrigerator.
"White hair..."
He frowned and murmured to himself.
Although many of the scenes had become extremely blurry, he did vaguely remember that, at some point before, he seemed to have become a white-haired person.
And there had been a name... a... very unfamiliar name that had appeared in his mind only once...
He suddenly froze.
Then he instinctively looked toward his hand, and when he turned his head sharply, he saw the white flower on the bedside table beside him.
The white flower was reflected in his eyes.
He instinctively reached out and picked it up.
"When Zuo Zuo dragged you back for repairs, you were holding that flower the whole time. I don't know what it means to you, but your grip was so tight that we had to take your hand off. That flower... doesn't seem to be something from Hell..."
Sir Awen's voice reached him.
As though he hadn't heard, Lynn gazed blankly at the flower bud.
He completely failed to notice the intensely jealous look a certain hand on his right was casting his way.
[Ding! Zuo Zuo's jealousy +1] [Ding! Zuo Zuo's jealousy +2]
Zuo Zuo charged over quite outrageously and tried to snatch it.
Smack-
[Ding! You have applied a stun buff to your left hand.]
"I think someone gave this