Newtown.
In the airport lobby.
Freya walked out of the airport without looking back, while Connor and Priscilla stood there with puzzled expressions.
At this moment, the two of them could not understand what was going on.
"Connor, why doesn't Freya recognize the two of us?" Priscilla asked with a desperate expression.
"I don't know either…"
Connor lightly shook his head.
"I can confirm that the person just now was Freya! I don't know why, but the way she looks at us is like…it's like she doesn't know us. What's going on?" Priscilla whispered.
After hesitating for a moment, Connor said in a low voice, "Priscilla, do you think Freya might have lost her memory?"
"Memory loss?"
Priscilla looked at Connor with a surprised expression.
"That's right, amnesia!" Connor nodded and continued, "Since you are certain that the two of us did not find the wrong person, but Freya does not remember us at all, it can only prove that she must have lost her memory…"
