They ran for several blocks before they stopped.

Nakahara Chuuya still held Liuli's hand and asked her, "Where is your home? I'll take you back."

He explained, "You look like a young lady from a wealthy area. You will definitely be noticed by many people here."

"I don't understand why you're running here."

The last sentence was just something he said casually, without wanting to know the answer.

But Liuli answered him seriously, "Because I want to find my lost memories."

"Huh?" Nakahara Chuuya showed a confused expression. He couldn't help but look at the girl standing next to him, thinking that he might have heard it wrong.

"I've lost all my memories before the Leiti Street explosion, and I wanted to come here to look for them."

Nakahara Chuuya's eyes changed, he pursed his lips and thought of himself.

He also has no memory of the past.

There are many children in the Sheep Organization, all of whom are fatherless and motherless, orphans of war or orphans caused by the Big Explosion.

But they just have no relatives, not no memories.

The girl in front of him had a different temperament from anyone he had ever met.

It was a delicate, beautiful, fragile scent that only people outside the slums could have, like a precious flower swaying in a pot and being carefully cared for.

But does such a person, like him, have no memory of the past?

He heard the girl continue, "My only memory of the past is the dark red, terrifying flames. I guess I was very likely exposed to the explosion at close range."

"But for some reason, I survived but lost all my memories."

Liuli's eyes were weak and hesitant. "I vaguely remember that there was another very important person right next to me. I want to know what happened to him."

Liuli looked at the moved Nakahara Chuuya, and she knew that he was a truly good person.

As long as they are not his enemies, he will sympathize with the weak from the bottom of his heart, protect the weak, and have strong empathy for those who have the same experience as him.

In a sense, in the entire Bungo Stray Dogs, the "non-human" Chuuya Nakahara has much more positive values ​​than many humans.

"Do you still remember what that person looks like?" asked Nakahara Chuuya.

Liuli shook her head. "I don't remember. I even forgot my last name."

Nakahara Chuuya was silent for a moment. In this situation, there was nothing he could do to help.

He thought for a moment before saying, "In that case, why don't you go back first?"

"Looking at you like this, you must have been adopted. I can help you keep an eye out for others who have also lost their memory."

His heart trembled inexplicably, as if a feather was lightly sweeping across his heart.

Come to think of it, haven’t I lost all my memories myself?

While thinking, Nakahara Chuuya took off the hairband on his right hand and put it on Liuli's right hand.

"This is the symbol of the sheep. If you carry this, ordinary thieves will not dare to attack you."

He shrugged nonchalantly and said casually, "Next time you come here, just come find me."

"I'll help you find it."

Liuli held his hand tightly and looked up at him, her watery eyes looking more like the white cat.

"My name is Lan Tang Liuli."

"Thank you."

Chuuya nodded a little uncomfortably, trying to put on a stern expression, but in reality his face was frozen and even his voice sounded dry.

"My name is Nakahara Chuuya."

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