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    He reasoned that perhaps his missing memories had left him unusually susceptible to such fanciful thoughts.


    His gaze retreated as he responded softly, “Yes, we’ve met.”


    Nicol approached Carrie, his professional concern evident. “Carrie, how has your health beentely?”


    Carrie rose briefly in greeting before settling back down. “Much improved. The wound used to re up during rainfall, but it hasn’t troubled me recently.”


    “Wound?”


    The mention of a wound caught Kristopher’s attention, his eyes scanning her with newfound concern.


    The memory of her skin’s velvet softness from their brief contact still lingered in his mind—the thought of it bearing scars troubled him deeply.


    Nicol studied her carefully. “Doris’s prescribed medicine, rich in vital energy and cirction-boosting ingredients, seems to be working. Yourplexion has gained a healthier glow.”


    Carrie acknowledged this with a nod. “True, my energy levels have improved significantly.”


    Yet beneath this improvementy the unchanged reality of her fertility check-up results, still far from promising.


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    Her hand drifted unconsciously to her lower abdomen, a gesture heavy with longing for what was lost.


    After exchanging pleasantries with Carrie, Nicol turned to Kristopher. “Let’s proceed to the room for another acupuncture session. Theoretically, the blood clots have cleared, and your memory should be recovering. Your current symptoms might be psychological—your subconscious actively resisting these memories.”


    The words “actively resisting” struck both Kristopher and Carrie like physical blows.


    Kristopher found himself torn between twopeting impulses: an emotional pull toward understanding his past and a rational voice urging him to let go. If his body fought against these memories so fiercely, perhaps they were better left buried.


    Not every mystery demanded solving.


    Carrie’s eyes lowered, a fresh wave of hurt washing over her. Did the mere fact of knowing her fill him with such regret?


    Carrie suddenly realized she was alone in the living room. What had felt slightly cramped a moment ago now appeared oddly vacant.


    Looking toward the kitchen, she saw Doris arranging the food she had cooked. It clearly wasn’t the right time for Carrie to leave. Pushing aside her feelings, she got up and headed to the kitchen.


    “Let me help you.”


    By the time Carrie reached Doris, she had a cheerful smile.


    She often let go of her usual reserved attitude when she was around kind, older people. They reminded her of Gracie and Mny, who had given her so much warmth over the years.


    Doris tried to convince her otherwise. “You don’t need to worry about this. I’m used to managing it on my own. Why don’t you just rx in the living room instead?”


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