There were still some onion slices in the bowl. Penelope finished his bowl of noodles, but his gaze lingered on the onions, somewhat distracted.

His memories of that time with Zoe were still vivid, and he found himself reminiscing about those years repeatedly over the past few years.

But the present Zoe, due to amnesia, had forgotten some of those memories.

Penelope could understand, but still felt a tinge of regret. If only she could remember every detail of that time, perhaps she wouldn't be so awkward and formal around him now.

After a moment of silence, he snapped out of his reverie and looked across at Zoe: "What did...