Yara Quillan sniffled and glanced up at him. She could clearly see his clothes were a bit messy, undoubtedly from what he was just doing.
'Why is this man so good to me?'
'Even if we did have a past, I've already forgotten it all...'
'Haven't I?'
Seeing Yara Quillan lower her gaze, Henry Lester took the grilled meat, squatted down, and placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him. "Honey, have something to eat. You haven't eaten since this morning."
"Henry Lester, did you love me very much in the past?"
"..." Yara Quillan clearly saw Henry Lester's body tremble slightly when he heard her question. A flash of agony crossed his eyes.
"Honey, just eat something first." Henry Lester didn't answer. The truth was, his answer was no longer necessary. Yara Quillan didn't remember him, and to avoid causing her any more harm, he had already decided... to let go.
'Besides, I'll soon be going somewhere without Yara Quillan. I might never come back in this lifetime...'
