Liliana ruffled her hair in frustration.
"I've been thinking about this all the time!
I was 20 until recently, but now my body is 22!
What am I supposed to do about these two years of my life?
What have I been doing during these two years?
Have I seen any mental growth?"
Damian looked at her with pity.
"Have you tried anything to regain your memory?
What did the doctors say?"
“Well, the doctors said that my memories might slowly come back, so I should be very patient...
But how can I be patient?
Two years of my youth have passed!
I tried everything I could, but...”
Liliana stopped speaking, sighed deeply, and then shook her head.
“Nothing, nothing at all.
I don’t know why, but Khaltep hasn’t told me anything about these two years, so I haven’t made any progress.”
Liliana sighed deeply again.
“So, I had the wild idea that maybe if I hit my head hard, the impact might bring back my memories.
What do you think?”
"Are you serious?
I can help you with that if you want.
But I can't guarantee the results..."
"You think that's a bad idea too, don't you?
It's not like we're in a movie."
“But wouldn’t it be okay for you to live as you are, even if you don’t get your memories back?
It’s not like your daily life is uncomfortable, and filling the gap of two years wouldn’t be too difficult.”
Damian tried to encourage Liliana, but she didn't seem to agree at all.
“But it's still a waste of time.
I'm curious to know what happened to me during these two years, and maybe there are precious memories, things I shouldn't forget.”
Liliana's face became more frustrated than before.
“Actually… I feel like something happened to me and the people around me during those two years that I can't remember, and it seems like it was something important.
But my aunt won't tell me.
So I'll have to find out for myself.”
This time, it was Liliana who became sad.
Damian wasn't good at offering words of comfort in situations like this, so he didn't know what to say to her.
He was searching for words awkwardly when Liliana noticed this and her tone quickly changed.
"And there's something else!"
Damian looked at her expectantly, prompting her to continue, and Liliana shrugged.
"It's...I think I've loved someone for a time that I can't remember."
“You mean you have a boyfriend?”
Damian was surprised by the unexpected revelation.
Liliana crossed her arms and said in a thoughtful voice,
"I don't know.
Whether they were lovers or not.
Was it just one-sided love on my part, or were things going well before I lost my memory.
I asked my aunt, but she didn't give me a straight answer.
Maybe she doesn't even know.
She didn't tell me every little detail about my love life."
“Then how did you know?”
Damian nodded upon hearing Liliana's confirmation.
His innocent question made Liliana blush, and she shook her head, very clearly avoiding the topic.
"There are things like that!
You don't need to know, Damian."
Damian continued to sip his juice, feeling her embarrassment.
"Anyway, maybe...
No, I'm sure.
I had someone I loved.
I definitely loved him.
So I'm dying of curiosity.
Who did I love...?
In my memories two years ago, there was no one around me who could develop that kind of warm feeling.
And think about it.
If I had a lover or someone close to him, wouldn't he have visited me when I was very sick and had to come to the capital?
But there was no sign of it at all.
Was it one-sided love?
Was it?"
“Hmm...”
Damian didn't know how to respond to this kind of emotional outburst.
But Liliana wasn't looking for an answer from him.
She just needed someone to share her confusion with.
“It would hurt my pride a little if it was one-sided love.
I, beautiful and famous, living in one-sided love?
That's impossible!
I'm sure the other person loved me too...”
Damian burst out laughing.
He covered his mouth with his hand, his shoulders trembled, then coughed awkwardly, trying to stop laughing.
Damian quickly calmed himself down and glanced at Liliana who was staring at him with her mouth open.
Liliana looked a little surprised, as this was the first time she had seen Damian laugh so happily.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“No, it's just...it was funny hearing you brag about yourself so much...”
“But it is true that I am beautiful and have a good personality.”
Liliana deliberately raised her chin and spoke to Damian in a rude tone.
“Well, yes...
My personality may be debatable, but I know I'm pretty.
I don't compare myself with people in the capital, but if you were to choose the most beautiful girl in our city, I would at least be in the top three, right?
Of course, I can aspire to first place, but modesty is a woman's virtue, so I'm satisfied with third place.”
Damian couldn't help but stare at Liliana.
His sudden intense gaze made her step back unconsciously.
“Why, why are you looking at me like that...
Did I say something strange?”
“Honestly... every time you do this...”
Damian ran a hand through his hair and said with a confused expression.
“I wish I could stop thinking about how to respond to everything you say.”
For some reason, his words, accompanied by a slight smile, seemed incredibly lonely to Liliana.
She was about to say something when...
"Thank you, Liliana."
"Huh?
Why?"
Damian suddenly expressed his gratitude.
Liliana blinked in confusion, and Damian said, looking at the flowering trees:
"I'm not sure how to define this feeling yet, but I think I like Mrs.
Lentrae more than I thought.
Talking to you has made me realize that."
"Oh... really?
That's good to hear."
Liliana scratched her head and gave a vague answer.
“I still want to meet her.”
The wind blew, and the flower petals fell.
Damian brushed away the petals that were tickling his forehead and said:
“And I want to see this kind of landscape while walking along the river with her.”
'Yes, that would be nice.'
Liliana smiled gently, agreeing with Damian's words.
"You know, when you finally meet Lentrae, you should introduce her to me."
“I will.
I think you two will get along well.”
"But you said you don't even know what you look like, right?"
“Yes, we didn't exchange pictures or anything...”
“How do you imagine it looks like?”
At Liliana's question, Damian slowed his steps and lost himself in thought.
A crease formed between his eyebrows, and he shook his head.
“I don’t know, I don’t have a specific image in mind...”
“Your imagination is lacking, Damian.”
Her comment did not bother him, but Damian continued speaking in an indifferent tone.
"But there's one thing...
I somehow think she might have blonde hair."
"Blonde?
Why?"
"Mrs.
Lintray appeared in my dream once, and she had blonde hair.
I couldn't see any other details of her appearance, though.
Perhaps the image I had in mind of her was unconsciously reflected in my dream?"
"So you're imagining a mysterious, pure blonde lady.
Men seem to like that kind of thing."
Liliana joked, but Damian responded with a rather serious expression.
"She's probably a tomboy, anyway."
“Wait, what?
Why did this picture suddenly appear?
Wasn’t it supposed to be a mysterious lady wearing a veil?”
"Like you, Liliana."
"Wait.
Why am I the one being teased?
A boyish girl?
Am I a boyish girl?"
Liliana protested, and Damian looked at her with a smile in his eyes.
“I thought you knew better than anyone.”
"Damian!"
When Damian saw Liliana's cheeks puff out, he laughed out loud and thought,
'Liliana, is there really no trace of Mrs.
Lintray in the two missing years?'