DANIEL.

The first memory I saw was the last night of the Flower Moon Festival.

The familiar scenery of the lunar valley stretched before me. I saw some bonfires flickering in the distance, along with the sound of laughter, music, and loud music blasting in the middle of the night. As I walked away from the busy crowd, I found myself a few meters away from her.

Allison.

She was speaking to Mason, a teasing smile on her lips.

And just like that, I remembered what this memory meant ...