Eve awkwardly cleared her throat, "President Sutton, did you plan on leaving me no face at all today?"
"If you're unwilling, just forget it."
"I'm willing, it's just that I consider all of this as past black history. You can look, just don't laugh at me with it later."
"Of course, I won't."
The two of them nestled in Eve's room, as if they were in another world.
This feeling was so wonderful, as if Eve had taken Stellan into her world of memories. Step by step, through some descriptions, Stellan walked the path she had come, as if he had already become a part of her childhood memories.
Neither of them spoke, occasionally letting out low laughter.
Eve, too embarrassed to care, was also strangely pulled into the memories by her childhood self.
The two sat on a small sofa, quietly flipping through old items.
"How is xxx doing now?"
Stellan, holding Eve's diary, asked curiously.
