Gwen wasn’t sure whether Miles Sterling was recalling something, but she felt that under the influence of medication, even if Miles did remember something from the past, the memories would probably be quite vague.

Moreover, judging from Miles’s current state, he himself hadn’t yet figured out what he used to be like.

"Why don’t you keep going, and I’ll go downstairs to make dinner. When I’m done, we can work on it together, okay?"

Miles faced away from Gwen, absent-mindedly uttering an "mm."

After Gwen turned to leave, he also put down the puzzle piece he was holding.

He found himself not really skilled at this, and lacked the patience for such a task.

Compounded by the frustration in his heart, he wasn’t able to calm down and focus on the task at hand.

He desperately wanted to know, for whom he bought those art supplies and puzzles; were they related to that girl he saw at the amusement park?

Amidst some blurry memories, who was that dirty girl who resembled a little beggar?

Countless mysteries piled up in Miles’s mind, and in annoyance, he broke apart the section of the puzzle he had completed, returned it all to the box, picked up the pack of cigarettes and lighter on the table, and went to the window, watching the rain grow heavier outside...

"Miles, come down and eat."

Gwen called from downstairs, getting no response from Miles, nor seeing him come down for a long time, until she took off her apron and headed upstairs.

As soon as she opened the door, the strong odor of smoke hit her; Miles, whom she thought was still at the table working on the puzzle, was now standing by the window, smoking.

On the ashtray sitting on the table, the ashes and cigarette butts had piled up into a little mountain.

Gwen walked over, frowning in concern: "Miles, why are you smoking so much?"

Miles looked back at Gwen, tossing the half-smoked cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, his voice slightly hoarse as he asked, "Are you hiding something from me about my memories?"

Gwen froze, her heartbeat seeming to skip a beat, masking with a slight smile: "Miles, why would you think that? Most of your past life was spent with me; I’ve pretty much told you everything about us."

"What about my friends? Besides you, who else did I have contact with back then?"

Gwen felt a sense of unease, swallowed hard, and replied, "I didn’t really know those friends of yours, so I can’t tell you about them now. But if you want to see your previous friends, I can try to contact them for you, and you can have a meet-up. Maybe chatting with them could help you remember something."

Seeing Gwen’s gentle and considerate manner, Miles suddenly felt a little guilty for questioning her with that kind of tone earlier.

He took a deep breath, pondered, and asked carelessly: "Besides you, do I have any female friends?"

Gwen shook her head with a smile: "I don’t think so, and even if you did, you probably wouldn’t tell me. You’ve always known how jealous I get. You’ve been asking these odd questions lately; did you suddenly remember the mistress you were secretly hiding?"

Speaking this, Gwen pretended to be upset, pouting as she linked arms with Miles: "You better confess, did you recall some other woman? I want to know as much as you do whether there are others in your mind!"

Seeing Gwen’s reaction, Miles himself suddenly had some doubt whether, when he was with Gwen in the past, he had actually been unfaithful. Otherwise, who was the unfamiliar girl in his mind?