However, Ryota's confusion only deepened, his mind unable to grasp the memory of their previous conversation. The spark of excitement in Ciara's eyes dimmed, her disappointment palpable as she struggled to comprehend her father's lack of recollection.
"Daddy, don't you remember? We talked about it last night..." Ciara's voice quivered with a mix of sadness and frustration. "You promised we would go and see the fireflies."
Ryota's brows furrowed further as he desperately tried to recall the words he supposedly uttered. But they remained elusive, slipping through his grasp like sand through his fingers.
"I... I'm sorry, sweetheart," he muttered, his voice tinged with a hint of helplessness. "I can't remember saying that. It's like...."
Ciara's shoulders slumped, her disappointment weighing heavy upon her. Ryota's heart ached as he witnessed her dejected state, realizing he had unintentionally let her down.
