Conspiracy?

They continued their walk in silence, the sounds of the city fading into the background. Mo Yuxin's mind was a jumble of thoughts, a confusing mix of longing and uncertainty. She wanted to trust Su Yubing, to believe in the feelings that stirred within her. But the lingering shadow of her amnesia cast a pall over her emotions, making her hesitant to fully embrace the present.

As they reached the edge of the marketplace, Su Yubing stopped, her gaze fixed on a small teahouse tucked away in a quiet corner. "How about some tea?" she suggested, her voice light. "We could use a moment to relax."

Mo Yuxin nodded, grateful for the distraction. They entered the teahouse, the aroma of fragrant tea leaves filling the air. They found a table by the window, the morning sun streaming in, casting a warm glow across the room.