She, too, believed hotpot was the most delicious food in the world.
Shi Hen's Home
"We're here. This is my home."
As he spoke, Shi Hen took out his key and opened the door. There was no entryway; beyond it was the living room, and a strong sense of everyday life immediately washed over them.
With the front door as the boundary, the entire space was clearly divided into two differently decorated halves.
On the left was a semi-open kitchen and dining area. On the right was a living room furnished with a sofa, coffee table, and television, with several wooden doors visible along the wall.
"It's a little simple. I hope you don't mind."
Standing to one side to let the girl pass, Shi Hen smiled shyly.
After they finished hotpot at noon, Shi Hen had asked Kiana about her plans for the rest of the day.
Perhaps she was worried about the youth's stamina, or perhaps she simply wanted to experience visiting a friend's home. Either way, the answer she gave was Shi Hen's house.
Faced with such a somewhat abrupt response, Shi Hen thought about it for a moment before agreeing.
As a professional Behind-the-Scenes Boss, Shi Hen had naturally arranged his current identity flawlessly.
From his birth until now, every detail of Shi Hen's current identity could withstand investigation.
Even if someone personally went to ask the elementary school teacher listed in his records, that person would be able to recount a whole host of old stories, proving that Shi Hen had been an outstanding student with well-rounded moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and practical development.
Of course, this was not memory alteration. It was merely a trap created by exploiting the nature of human memory.
Human memories were inherently vague. You might remember having had a