"Don't be so stubborn! Remember the time when | saved you from the kidnappers, and you had a concussion? Back then, you were much more obedient than now! Rena, are you growing less obedient with age?"

Rena was taken aback.

Kidnappers?

The incident had occurred several years ago, back when they hadn't known each other for long.

Could it be... that he remembered?

Her complexion paled, and she looked at him with lips trembling in disbelief. In a murmur, she uttered his name, "Waylen?”

‘She questioned whether this could be a mere figment of her imagination.

Otherwise, how could she feel that he had regained his memory?

Waylen tenderly caressed her face and whispered in a soft voice.

"It's me."

Rena closed her eyes.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, yet she remained silent, silently weeping.

If this were a dream, she wished to prolong it, savoring the moment.

Waylen gently wrapped her in the quilt, cradling her in his embrace. Resting his chin on her forehead, he reassured her, “Don't cry, Rena. It's me.”

Rena's slender arms embraced him tightly.

Still weeping, she resembled a vulnerable little girl. Waylen couldn't resist comforting her.

He placed his warm hand beneath the quilt, tenderly caressing her body to offer comfort.

Rena was unwell.

She had a sense of it, though not particularly strong.

Waylen tried to withdraw his fingers after a while but she clung to his hand and pleaded tearfully, "Don't leave, Waylen..."

Her plea tempted him and he held her waist tightly, rolling over to kiss her.

Their kiss was passionate and intimate.