My husband is a seclusion maniac.
Luckily, so am I.
So, we are a match made in heaven.
However, one day, I fell on my head and lost my memory. I forgot my husband, our common ideals, and all of this...
Forgot to live in seclusion and don't be too happy.
Young talents and I enjoyed the flowers and the moon in the garden and talked about life; I wielded a sword and swam among the clouds; I traveled around the world with my new friends; my apprentice and I walked through the streets and tasted all the delicacies in the world...
Maybe... This is the real me!
"Well, making skewers is such a blessing!" I said with emotion as I took a bite of the fragrant barbecue in my hand.
"That's right, that's right." The disciple responded repeatedly, "This is how we live our lives. Master, your previous life is simply unbearable!"
"Hey, apprentice, did you just give me the money?" I was enjoying the delicious food when I saw a man with a dark face coming toward us menacingly.
"I gave you the money!" The disciple was very sure.
"Then why did I see someone looking at us so aggressively, as if we didn't pay?" I pointed at the person.
"Master, Master, Uncle Master!" The young apprentice suddenly suffered from a symptom called stammering, and he could not speak clearly.
"Do you still have a master?" I looked at him suspiciously.
Before I could answer, the man grabbed my hand, stared at the string in my hand, and said with great sadness: "You betrayed our love!"
Me:? ? ?
How can I betray you by eating a skewer? !
Copy written on 2023.11.13
Food Guide: Text third person
Intention: What is the real me? Everything I think and do is me