Elena snatched the transaction records from the representative.“Impossible.”“Lydia only sold some insignificant memories.”“She's always been so clever. How could she possibly have really forgotten us?”The Memory Bank representative didn't argue. She simply opened the first page.“First transaction: mother-daughter emotional memories.”“Lydia Kane, aged one year and three months, says the word 'Mom' for the first time.”“Valued at 200,000 coins. Permanently sold.”All the color vanished from Elena's face.She looked further down the page.When Lydia fell ill at three, Elena held her all night, refusing to let go.At five, she sat in the front row of her kindergarten performance, applauding her daughter.At seven, when Lydia had a high fever, she kissed her forehead and promised never to abandon her.And then there were the 3,421 nights when she sang Lydia to sleep, tucked her in, and held her hand in the darkness.Every memory was stamped with a red transaction seal.Elena's tears f
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