"Luke Lu, do you know why I feed on memories?" The proprietress suddenly asked as she gently covered Chu Jian with a blanket.
"Because 'memory' is the longest-lasting thing that people can store."
"But most memories are forgotten by the world, aren't they?" She feeds on memories, which allows her short-lived life to live forever. She habitually touched the white hairpin flower on her head - the flower was pure white, with translucent petals and crystal yellow stamens. It was a watery night-blooming cereus.
Standing up, the proprietress closed the door for their first meeting, and the two walked back to the lobby of the tavern. At this moment, the tavern was empty, and the pale yellow sunlight fell in, casting mottled light and shadows. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew, and the proprietress's figure was even more enchanting in the swaying light and shadow.
"I once knew a man who promised that he would never forget me, but in the end, he forgot everything completely, didn't he?" She said with a self-deprecating smile.
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