I walked over and patted it, and Luna immediately pulled back the quilt cautiously.

I ignored her resentful gaze and hugged her tight as usual.

I pointed to the family photo and patiently told her about our past.

At first, she was unwilling to listen to me.

But suddenly she became obedient and let me hold her.

I had no idea how long I talked.

Her small hand gently stroked the wound on my back.

The movement was gentle and intimate.

I couldn't believe it and turned around.

I met a pair of eyes as red as a little rabbit.

Her eyes were filled with tears.

I kept thinking about them day and night.

The most beautiful sound in the world reached me. "I remember everything now."

"I'm sorry, Mateo. Does it hurt?"