I listened to my sister's words today.

Yun Yiruo came back to her senses, agreed, put the empty bowl on the coffee table, stood up and walked towards the restaurant.

The table was filled with sumptuous dishes, and the steaming food exuded the warmth of home, but Yun Yiruo's heart seemed to be covered by a layer of frost and could not be warmed up no matter what.

I mechanically scooped up a piece of sweet and sour pork with a spoon and put it into my mouth. It tasted delicious, but at that moment.

It was as if I tasted another flavor - salty, like the taste of sea water.

Another blurry image flashed through my mind.

It was the seaside. She stood in the sea breeze, her dress rustling in the wind, and the sunset in the distance dyed the sky red.

Beside her, there was a blurry figure. He seemed to be smiling, and his eyes seemed to be full of dissatisfaction?

"Yiruo, try this pork ribs stewed with lotus root. It's extra soft today."

The old lady's voice pulled her out of her trance. Yun Yiruo forced a smile and put a piece of lotus root into the bowl.

"Are you too tired?"

Luo's mother looked at her with concern.

"No need, I'm fine." Yun Yiruo quickly waved her hand, lowered her head and took a bite of food, trying to cover up her loss of composure.

Luo's mother didn't say anything else, but her eyes were still filled with worry.

After dinner, Yun Yiru returned to her room.

She leaned against the head of the bed, the image lingering in her mind.

That blurry face and that familiar yet unfamiliar voice almost drove her crazy.

I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down, but I found that the more I tried to calm down, the more uneasy I felt in my heart.

At this moment, the familiar voice came into my mind again.

"Don't forget, you still have an unfinished memory."

Yun Yiruo's pupils shrank slightly, and her fingers almost slipped off the phone.

"Unfinished memories?"

He muttered to himself, his hand trembling as he gripped the phone.

Countless images suddenly flashed through her mind: waves crashing against the shore, the salty and wet sea breeze blowing, and she and that person standing there together...

Yun Yiruo took a deep breath and covered her chest.

That familiar yet strange feeling came over her again, almost swallowing her whole.

She subconsciously opened the address book and wanted to call her sister, but her finger hovered on the screen for a moment and ultimately did not press it.

"Need to know the answer."

He whispered, as if making up his mind to himself.

Something hidden deep in her memory is calling her step by step towards the truth with an irresistible force.

Yun Yiru hesitated for a moment, then finally took a deep breath and put the phone aside.

She stood up and walked to the window. Night had already fallen quietly.

The cool breeze from the window brushed against her cheek, bringing a hint of chill, as if reminding her.

"Unfinished memories..." Yun Yiruo murmured again, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity emerged from the depths of my mind, as if something long lost was slowly emerging.

He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered - that box!

That's right, there used to be a small box in space.

I tried hard to recall, but I only remembered that it seemed to have been there from the beginning.

At first, I didn't take it too seriously.

He took a deep breath, reached into his tail and groped in the space, and soon his fingers touched a familiar edge.

Sure enough, it’s still there!

The lock of the box had long been rusted and opened with a slight push.

The moment it was opened, a faint woody fragrance wafted towards me. Inside were a few yellowed photos and a wooden comb broken in two.

Yun Yiruo picked up the photos and her eyes were immediately attracted by one of them.

The girl in the photo is about five or six years old. She is standing on the beach with a bright smile.

Next to her was a little boy.

The boy's face was blurry, but he felt strangely familiar.

"who is he……"

Yun Yiruo asked herself softly, her fingertips stroking the person in the photo, and vague fragments of memory began to emerge.

In the picture, the boy and the girl are chasing and playing on the beach. The waves surge onto the beach again and again, taking away their laughter.

The girl handed a wooden comb to the boy and said, "You must keep your word. When you grow up, you must marry me."

These words suddenly struck Yun Yiruo's mind like a bolt of lightning.

"Looking for you..."

The voice trembled a little, and the blurry picture in his mind gradually became clear, and the blurry face also gradually became clear.

"Yiruo, don't forget our agreement."

That voice sounded in my mind again, with a hint of childishness, yet extremely firm.

Yun Yiruo's hand holding the photo trembled slightly, and confusion and shock were intertwined in her heart.

I tried hard to recall, but found that the memory was covered by a layer of fog and I couldn't see it clearly.

"What on earth have I forgotten..."

He muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the comb.

Although my head hurt, I thought of some keywords. I picked up my phone, opened the browser, and typed in the keyword "Sunshine Orphanage".

The page loaded very slowly, as if every second was lengthening her anxiety.

Yun Yiruo's heartbeat gradually quickened, and some relevant information finally popped up on the screen.

"Sunshine Orphanage, established forty years ago, has now been changed to Sunshine Welfare Center." This is the first result in the search result.

Yun Yiruo clicked on the link and saw a picture of a dilapidated building. Although it looked a little unfamiliar, she felt like she had seen it before.

In my mind, the sound of the waves seemed to become clearer.

"Welfare Center...will anyone still remember me?"

He muttered to himself and continued to look through the information on the website, but found that there were very few relevant records.

When I reached the bottom of the page, a phone number came into view.

After hesitating for a while, I dialed the number.

A gentle female voice came over: "Hello, this is the Sunshine Welfare Center. How can I help you?"

Yun Yiruo clenched her phone tightly, trying to make her voice sound calmer.

"Hello, I'd like to ask if you still have the old files of Sunshine Orphanage?"

The other party was stunned for a moment, as if a little surprised by the question: "Are you talking about the Sunshine Orphanage forty years ago?"

"Do you have a specific year or name?"

"Our archives here have been moved to the city archives, but some old records may have been damaged."

"Then...is the orphan's adoption record still there?" Yun Yiruo asked anxiously.

"This... the details still need to be checked in the archives."

"However, if you were once a child in the orphanage, perhaps we can help you confirm some information through other means."

"Thank you." Yun Yiruo took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. "Can you tell me the address of the archives?"