That's Her Father?
Editor: Atlas Studios
Nian Xiaomu muttered to herself. Just when she was about to declare that she had read too much into it, partial images flashed past her mind.
Her body stiffened as she sat by the dining table.
"What's wrong?"
"… I seem to have remembered something." Nian Xiaomu bit her lips and stared at the dishes before her.
Once upon a time, someone seemed to have spoken to her gently with the same dish…
"Liuliu, try this specialty dish. It's delicious."
Who was it?
She could not recall.
She could still hear the same voice ringing in her ears.
As the taste of the dish spread out in her mouth, this particular voice became even more distinct.
It was a woman's voice.
However, Nian Xiaomu could not see how she looked.
Could it be her mother?