Looking into Primrose's bewildered and curious eyes, the man with smoky gray hair became angry.

"Primrose, you don't remember who I am, do you?" His voice was low and icy as he spoke.

Primrose's smile stiffened, and she awkwardly turned her head away to avoid his gaze. She glanced at Nancy, seeking help, but Nancy just shook her head and shrugged, clearly not remembering him either.

It was evident that even Nancy couldn't recall who he was.

"Primrose, alright, it seems like you've had quite ...