Ma Ling looked his way in confusion, though there was something different this time, and that something grew more and more prominent, the more Ma Yuan tried to gently coax her not to be fearful.
Ma Yuan gently and slowly brought up things they used to do together, her favorite meals, what they'd do on a typical day, what she liked doing, what she hated, but had to do like the morning punching routines her mother had her do diligently without fail.
Every story Ma Yuan brought up, seemed to evoke something from her, even though it seemed like she was still wary of Ma Yuan and the rest, the things Ma Yuan said, made her pause her movements.
From the way her eyes moved, it seemed like the things seemed familiar, yet unfamiliar to her, as she scrunched her face at why strange things seemed familiar despite her having no recollection of it.