"Then she told me something like I don't care how many lives you've lived, I love you."
"Aw, that's adorable!" Christina exclaimed with a happy grin as I continued to feed her forkfuls of potatoes.
I was seated on the sofa, and Christina lay comfortably with her head on my lap, letting me feed her like a child. Her weakened state had left her with little appetite, so I took it upon myself to make sure she got some nourishment. I'd shared with her the story of my past life and everything that had transpired after regaining my memories. The complexity of it all might have been difficult to grasp, but Christina caught up quickly, displaying the same carefree attitude I'd expected.
"At first glance, she might seem cute, but she's a truly crafty girl. Still, I fell for that side of her," I commented, recalling my feelings for Layla.
"She's your first fiancée, right?"