"Your clothes aren't dry yet, so here." Bailey handed Yulian a white t-shirt and a pair of khaki pants. "Go get changed. We're going out to get something to eat."
"Are we eating at that place with the spokesperson that looks like me?" Yulian was curious.
"No. We can't eat fried chicken all the time, especially not for breakfast."
Yulian blinked with wide eyes and stared in confusion.
"I'm starved. Hurry and go get ready."
"Okay." Yulian nodded and did as he was told.
Bailey took him to a tiny restaurant for some porridge and youtiao. "Eat up."
"This..." Yulian looked at the youtiao and furrowed his brows.
"What's wrong, White? You don't like youtiao?"
"This looks familiar."
"Oh." Bailey chuckled. "Of course it does. Porridge and youtiao are typical for breakfast."
"No." Yulian shook his head. "That's not it. I mean, it looks like something I've made for someone before."
"You know how to cook?"
"I'm not sure." Yulian rubbed at his temples. "Some images of someone eating the same kind of food just flashed in my mind."
"Are you regaining your memory?"
"I..." Yulian groaned at the throbbing headache he was getting all of a sudden. "My head hurts."
Bailey put down his spoon and reached over to rub the back of Yulian's neck. "Stop. White, don't pressure yourself to remember. Relax."
"Who did I cook for?" The deeper he attempted to dig into his memory, the more discomfort he felt.
"White, did you hear me? I told you to stop!" Bailey demanded.
Bailey's voice woke Yulian from his distress. "What?"
"Stop," Bailey repeated with a softer voice. "Your memory will return eventually. Don't push yourself too hard. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Yulian nodded once again.
"Finish eating. I'll take you to the shopping mall to buy some clothes, especially pants. Mine don't fit you too well."
"Okay." Yulian proceeded to eat. "This tastes similar to the one I made. Then again, I'm not sure if I made the soupy rice or not."
"It's called porridge," Bailey corrected.
"Porridge," Yulian recited.
Who did White cook for? Is it his girlfriend?
"He must not be important to me, since I can't remember him."
Him...? So, it's a guy. Bailey frowned.
"Don't be jealous."
"W-What...? Who says I'm jealous?" Bailey sputtered. What the heck! Why am I even jealous? "You just," Yulian recalled promising Bailey not to reveal his thoughts out loud, "I can't say it." "You're so obedient," Bailey praised with a smile.
Yulian beamed proudly.
"Don't smile like that."
"Was I smiling?"
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RomanceWould things be different if there was a chance to change it all? Disclaimer: This story and all of the characters in it are created by me. None of what's written is connected to anyone in real life, or should be taken as such.
