He pressed a hand to his chest. "It was warm and safe."
The moment Roxanna heard his words, she realized that whoever Azul's parents were back then, they must have loved him with all their hearts.
But unfortunately, their precious son wasn't able to remember anything about his past.
The gentle smile on Azul's face slowly faded, just like the blurry memories slipping away from his mind.
"Why can't I remember anything?" he asked, his voice filled with frustration. His brows pulled together as he tried so hard to hold onto those fading memories.
He wanted to remember the people who said he was their pride and joy.
He wanted to know his past before he came to the Vixeria Tribe, but the most important thing he wanted was—
—he wanted to go home.
"If you can't remember it, then forcing yourself like this might not help," Roxanna said softly.
