PM 2:41.

In Iberia.

University of Lisbon.

The sun is just right, warm and bright, shining in every corner of the University of Lisbon campus.

On this beautiful afternoon, a couple was strolling leisurely on campus. They were walking on a cobblestone path, lined with lush trees. The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light and shadow, creating a beautiful scene for the couple's stroll.

Adds a touch of romantic atmosphere.

The man wore simple casual clothes and the woman wore a light dress. They held hands and exchanged pleasant conversations and sweet smiles from time to time.

Their steps were relaxed and they seemed to be completely immersed in this peaceful and harmonious environment.

The surrounding scenery is picturesque, with ancient buildings bathed in sunlight. Occasionally, a gentle breeze blows by, bringing with it the faint fragrance of flowers in the nearby gardens, making the couple's stroll even more pleasant.

Grant's hand held Trieste's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that he would disappear in an instant.

He is afraid that Trish will leave him.

Grant's love for Trieste is like a tree that took root from the first meeting in middle school and gradually grew stronger over the past three years in college.

Every time he caught a glimpse of Tristel, his heart would beat faster, as if there were swarms of butterflies dancing in his chest.

When she was away, Grant could distract his thoughts with studies and friends, but the boat in his heart always sailed to her island inadvertently. He tried to immerse himself in the waves of daily life, but he was always distracted by that gentle voice.

Attracted by a bright smile.

A chance encounter in the library or a brief exchange of glances in class are enough to make his day extremely bright. To him, Tristel is like a ray of sunshine in winter, warm and bright, shining brightly.

Light up all his dark corners.

When she appeared, Grant felt an indescribable throbbing, like the long-lost spring breeze blowing through the dead branches and awakening the sleeping buds.

His heart was filled with longing and longing for her, longing to be closer, longing to be a part of her life.

However, sometimes loving someone may result in no response. Tristel is very beautiful, so she has no shortage of suitors. She is always surrounded by all kinds of attentive boys, and she treats her suitors with aloofness.

Attitude also keeps the group around her at a specific number.

Grant's position is a bit strange. He always brings her breakfast every day and receives a sweet thank you from her.

Well, then it was gone.

There is no need to pay for breakfast. Sometimes Grant will tip some money to Trieste to please her sisters. At that time, their sisters always cover their mouths and laugh, look at themselves with distant eyes, and then approach each other and whisper.

He whispered and pointed at himself.

He remembered that on a rainy day, he braved the heavy rain to give Triste an umbrella.

And when he gave the umbrella to the other party, her giggling sisters also took the opportunity to snatch his own umbrella. Originally, he wanted to hold the same umbrella with Tristel and walk in the rain together, but her sisters

But he said: "We are all girls, why do you, a boy, have the nerve to let us get wet in the rain?"

The rain wet his shirt, and the cold water droplets slid down his trembling skin. Every drop was like a heavy blow from cold reality.

In the rain, he heard their jeers, sharp and mean.

This time, their voices were not concealed. Under the rain curtain, he heard them say:

"Look, he looks like a dog."

He raised his head and looked at Triest, his wet hair hanging down, like the last curtain of dignity, temporarily covering up his unhappiness.

He really looked like a pitiful puppy in the rain. He looked at her and found her standing on the steps smiling at him like her sisters.

Grant's love for Trieste is like a flower blooming alone in the desert.

Every day, he brought her breakfast in exchange for a sweet "thank you".

But for Tristel, he was just a vague part of the background, and her aloof attitude was like an invisible barrier, forever keeping him out.

Trieste's friends responded with contemptuous ridicule to his kindness, but he always suffered in silence.

Perhaps, in Trieste's eyes, Grant's existence seemed to have blurred boundaries. Her aloof attitude was like a transparent wall, forever separating him from her dazzling world.

The friends around her always responded to Grant's sincerity with indifference and ridicule.

"What's wrong with you?" Trieste's gentle and sweet words brought Grant back from his memories.

Looking at Tristel's unusually beautiful smile, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then he shook his head and replied:

"..., no, it's nothing."

"You seem a little uncomfortable, are you really okay?"

Trieste's concerned voice sounded in Grant's ears again. He looked into Grant's beautiful eyes and said with a smile:

"It's okay, I'm really okay."

"That's good."

"Tristel..." Grant looked at Triste and hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong?" Triest turned her head and asked with a smile.

"Do you still remember your amnesia?" Grant finally asked this question, and after he said this question, Trieste's eyes flashed unconsciously.

"Why are you asking this question?" She stretched out her right index finger to curl up the fine hair on her temples, with a sweet smile on her face and asked Grant in a coquettish tone.

"I just suddenly remembered..." Grant replied in an almost inaudible voice. He held the other person's hand and suddenly started to let go for some reason.

He will never forget why he and Tristel got together. It all goes back to the day when the second semester of their freshman year started.

That day, Tristel fell down gently like a feather suddenly exerted gravity. Her eyes were empty and lost the light of life.

She looked like a soulless shell in the slumped chair she was sitting on.

Grant rushed her to the hospital anxiously, where she was placed on a soft bed, surrounded by doctors' instruments and the anxious faces of her family.

But no matter how hard the doctor tries, Trieste is like a mermaid sleeping in the abyss and cannot be awakened.

During this long wait, Grant always sat beside her bed, holding her cold hand.

His heart was filled with uneasiness and fear, and he didn't know when Tristel would wake up.

He remembered that in those days, Tristel was always surrounded by many suitors, but he was just an unknown guardian.

But now, facing Trieste's silent body, Grant felt an unprecedented close connection.

Finally, in a quiet early morning, Tristel's eyes suddenly opened.

When Trieste's eyes reopened, her family and doctors waited with bated breath, hoping to see her familiar smile and hear her gentle voice.

However, what they saw was a completely "stranger".

Tristel's eyes changed, and her facial muscles twisted, as if she was trying to adapt to a new body.

When she spoke, her voice sounded awkward, as if she were an alien learning language for the first time.

Her words were mixed with strange ancient texts and incomprehensible expressions, making everyone present feel an inexplicable fear.

Although her words revealed her unfamiliarity with human language, her intermittent words were extremely accurate.

Trieste has "lost her memory", this is the doctor's conclusion.

When faced with the amnesia of Tristel, her parents would sometimes inadvertently stare at their "daughter" with extreme disgust and fear, as if Triste after amnesia was no longer their daughter, but her daughter.

It's like a monster that usurped their daughter's body.

Even Trieste's parents hate "her" so much, so there is no need for others to say more.

After amnesia, Trieste lost her former aura. Her parents, best friends and suitors also disappeared. Grant was the only one who stayed with her.

Under Grant's meticulous supervision, Tristel gradually adapts to her new identity.

Her awkward and unfamiliar speech gradually became part of her new life.

Whenever she tried to express her thoughts, it was like an ancient scholar trying to communicate in modern language, her words mixed with strange ancient texts and incomprehensible expressions.

Her curiosity about the world around her seems boundless.

She showed great interest in things that ordinary children knew.

Her exploration of historical details, scientific mysteries, artistic expressions, and various languages ​​and folk customs all show a desire that is different from ordinary people.

Her eyes always sparkled with a strange light when she talked about this knowledge.

Grant is both unfamiliar and fascinated by this new Tristel.

He found that he was no longer an unknown guardian in front of her, but became her guide to understand this new world.

In conversation after conversation, Grant was attracted by her thirst for knowledge, and he began to tell her about ordinary things she didn't know, just like telling a child who was eager to learn the wonders of the world.

However, as Grant immersed himself in this new interaction, he also felt a deep conflict.

He began to doubt his feelings for Trieste - did he admire her as a person, or was he just fascinated by her current unknown form?

And Tristel, is this Triste who was reborn after amnesia really the same person as before?

But in the end, they were still together.

"As long as we are together, everything will be fine."
To be continued...