The style is a bit subtle, and seems more like ancient silverware with extremely poor workmanship.

"I made it based on your memory. Come and try it and see if there is any difference between the taste and the taste in your memory."

The woman whose name Erica still couldn't pronounce walked up to Erica with a fork and sat next to her familiarly. At this moment, Erica also discovered the injuries and injuries on her body.

The bandages are gone, and the clothes are inexplicably changed into a coat that also looks very simple and loose. However, the sofa under my butt is still the same as in the living room in the memory, but at this moment, the dirty clothes that were originally piled up are gone.

, instead they were covered with gorgeous silk sheets and goose down cushions. Of course, these things did not look like modern products, and they did not look like things from that world. After all, the aristocratic mansion where Erica lived temporarily

There are also a lot of luxurious furniture. Although there is some such furniture among them, the workmanship is generally much more delicate than what we see now.

"This is something I pulled out from my own memory. Does it look familiar to you?" The woman picked up a piece of fried chicken nuggets with a fork and brought it to Erica's mouth and asked: "If you have any impression, just follow

Let me reveal this so that I can recover more memories as quickly as possible."

"I'm sorry, I just think these things look very novel..." Erica opened her mouth casually and ate the steaming piece of fried chicken. Although the taste in her mouth showed that it tasted pretty good, it seemed that

The texture of the batter is a little bad, probably because there is no bread crumbs. However, this extremely primitive taste seems to have triggered some of Erica's past memories. In the impression, she seems to remember that the old nun in the convent made it.

Fried chicken seemed to have this terrible taste, but at that time Erica regarded it as the most delicious food in the world.

"Oops? Why are you crying?" The woman eagerly took out a clean napkin to wipe the tears from the corners of Erica's eyes and said: "Isn't it to your taste? I'm sorry, it's my first time to try...if it doesn't work

If so, I’ll make another one again…”

"No." Erica smiled and then took the other person's hand and said, "The taste is a bit familiar. It seems that I had eaten this taste when I was a child, so it made me a little sad for a while. After all, it was so beautiful at the time.

It’s short-lived…”

The woman wordlessly opened her arms and hugged Erica and began to comfort her like a mother. The moment she felt the embrace and warmth of the other person, Erica suddenly remembered some wonderful things. She remembered that she was also raped by Sevi.

Na hugged me, and the feeling at that time was very close to now... no, not so much close as... almost the same. The shape, height, temperature and softness of the body, except for the face and clothing, seemed to be the same.

There seems to be no difference at all between them.

"You...still haven't remembered your name?" Erica raised her head in the other person's arms and asked.
Chapter completed!