Dong Yao wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, choking as she said, "Aside from liking osmanthus cake, A-lian also particularly enjoyed locust flower pastries. Every year when the locust trees in the yard bloomed, she would pester Mother to make locust flower pastries for her!"
"Locust flower pastries?"
Madam Song murmured, "I also love locust flower pastries. Whenever I eat them, I feel a sense of indescribable familiarity…"
"Oh, yes!" Dong Zhong said, "A-lian was also left-handed!"
Madam Song immediately burst into tears, "I'm also left-handed!"
"So… are you truly our A-lian?"
Dong Yao's lips trembled, and her question quivered even more.
"I don't know!" Madam Song shook her head, tears streaming down her face, "I can't remember anything!"
"Take your time!" Shen Qinglan said softly, "Feeling a sense of familiarity means memory is recovering. Take a few walks in Dong Family Village, maybe you'll remember."
