His trembling hand opened the note that had come from the drifting bottle.
On it was a line of graceful handwriting, which he recognized as his own.
Everyone recognizes their own handwriting.
"Even if one day I forget the whole world, I will remember that you are my wife. Gong Beiming loves Chi Xiaoyu, in this life and the next, forever together!"
Fragments of broken images flooded his mind, awakening some of his dormant memory cells.
It was like opening a long-closed door, as all the memories were released in an instant, piercing deep into his brain.
"Gong Beiming, look, six of them, six! I really want to hug them! Look, you have to see how cute these little puppies are! I have to name them! What should I call them? Gong Da, Gong Er, Gong San..."
"Chi Xiaoyu!!! Dogs are not my breed, why should they have the Gong surname, their father is Oscar!!"
"Pff, who knows if they're yours or not!"
He pressed his fingers to his temples, continuing to reminisce, his eyes shut tight.
