"Vivian Sinclair, why do you still remember these things?"
Tristan Sterling looked at her, his dark eyes behind the glasses carrying a hint of unspoken hope.
When they broke up three years ago, she left so decisively, as if she wanted to sever all ties with the past.
She put on that familiar dress and left the room without looking back, not even telling him the reason for the breakup.
The door closed softly, leaving behind a room of silence and an unsolved mystery.
Since they had already broken up, why did she still remember his preferences?
This seemed like an illogical behavior, making it confusing.
Three years had passed, and those habits and memories from before should have faded away with time.
"Because these are memories that make me happy."
Her voice carried a gentle warmth, like a ray of sunlight piercing through the clouds.
Vivian Sinclair's smile was incredibly charming, as she pointed to her head with her finger, "I will never forget them for my whole life."
