The shirt was ripped open, and Jian Ran's snow-white skin was exposed to the cool air, but it was covered by his fiery hands, so it wasn't cold.

Before coming to Kyoto, she thought a lot about the past and the future. But thinking about it now, I find it ridiculous.

She likes him, no matter the past or the future, no matter whether he has memory or not... Even if life starts all over again, she will still love him——