"Mr. Z, why do you call me Z?" She rested her chin on her knees as if she didn't understand.
"Because I'm not from here. Even if I tell you my real name, no one knows me. So why not give me a code name? It'll be more cool."
"Dad told me that names are very meaningful. When a knight dies, your name will be engraved on the memorial tablet in the palace. Even as an ordinary person, a name is something that allows people to remember themselves." She paused, turned her head, and looked straight at Lin Yu with her big eyes, "Don't Mr. Z want others to remember him?"
"What's good about remembering."
"Isn't it good?" She moved closer, and the soapy scent became clearer. "Shouldn't those who remember it also feel happy? They have experienced an unforgettable memory." Her voice lowered, as if he was the only one to hear it, "Just like Mr. Z is my savior. I want to know your name."
"... Then I'll tell you when I'm about to leave here."
