Well, I did not even remember my husband when he showed up. I think he might be sulking now. He hasn't shown his face again, but he can be sensitive like that.

[Xie Lian hasn't tried to force it until he was sure he had his own memories back, but now...

Now he spies a silvery butterfly lazily flying about, and he holds out his hand to it, to entice it to land on his fingers.]

Or maybe not. San Lang, you should come down yourself.