Genius At Remembering Faces

Cathy could not bear to look into the eyes of her lover, whom she had not seen for a long time. She hid her face on Vincent's shoulder in a spoiled manner, then realized something. It seemed like she had experienced this before. Wait... didn't she ever have a dream similar to this?

A boy carried her, and then she hid her crying face on the child's shoulder in a spoiled manner. Her chest rippled with excitement when suddenly a name came to mind.

"Pinpin?"

Vincent blinked in disbelief at what he heard. What did Cathy call him earlier?

"Are you Pinpin, the boy who accompanied me when I was little?" asked Cathy, looking at Vincent's face.

"How could you remember me? You weren't even three years old back then." Vincent turned off the shower and took Cathy to the bath up which was filled with hot water.