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CHAPTER 189

作者: CagalieYula
last update 最終更新日: 2025-06-18 15:15:23

The child's laughter echoed through the ryokan like wind chimes in a storm. She couldn't be real—this tiny girl with Jeff's eyes and my nose, barefoot in a yukata three sizes too big. Yet when she grabbed my hand, her fingers were warm.

"Lena missed you," she chirped, dragging me across the threshold.

Jeff's knife clattered to the wooden floor.

The interior was a time capsule—faded crayon drawings under plexiglass, a child-sized kotatsu with half-finished origami, a wall of photos showing a progression that made my stomach twist: Jeff holding an infant. Jeff teaching a toddler to walk. Jeff asleep on the tatami with a dark-haired girl curled on his chest.

All with dates from fifteen years ago.

Nolan leaned against the doorframe. "Memory suppression works both ways, brother. You trained her. Loved her. Then forgot her."

Lena tugged me toward a sliding door. "Come see!"

The room beyond was a laboratory disguised as a playroom. A IV drip hung beside a dollhouse. A biometric scanner was e
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