Confusion clouded Anna's expression as she tried to make sense of the emotions welling up within her. The fragrance of the flowers, the intense gaze from the man in front of her—all these elements created a symphony of sensations that echoed through her soul.
Mo Xing, torn between the joy of seeing her again and the realization that she didn't remember him, took a tentative step forward. "Anna," he spoke softly, the weight of the past lingering in his voice.
Anna's eyes searched his face, her heart struggling to reconcile the familiarity she felt with the inability to put a name to it. The echoes of a forgotten connection reverberated in the silence between them, leaving an invisible thread of yearning hanging in the air.
She put her hands down and asked, "Who are you and how do you know my name?"
Mo Xing thought
