["You should call me by this flower's name." she said.]
["Your name is... Chao Yan." Su Ming'an said.]
[She stared at him in a daze, the flower in her hand dropped to the ground. Her tears threatened to fall but were suppressed, like a rising and falling tide.]
[Su Ming'an couldn't understand—why did she suddenly show such a sorrowful expression? He also couldn't understand the sudden surge of pain within his body.]
...
—In the origin of causality, was it he who named her after the flower from his hometown, giving her this name?
—Or was it at the end of causality that she wanted the name "Chao Yan," and thus picked up the morning glory flower?
...
["You don't remember." Chao Yan muttered to herself: "I'm ridiculous, aren't I?"]
[Su Ming'an couldn't comprehend her meaning.]
