Chapter 50

I frowned in a daze. The nickname rang a bell. A scene suddenly flashed across my mind. On a grass field, a girl in double ponytails gave a piggyback ride to a boy much taller than her. She grinned. "I'm the Hulk! I can carry Lil' Beanie on my back!" The boy—a few years older than the girl—had his feet dragged across the floor in a rather uncomfortable position when she carried him on his back. Still, he entertained the fake piggyback ride. "Lil' Beanie, you're handsome!' "Lil' Beanie, I will marry you when I'm grown up." "Lil' Beanie, I like your hair. It's so soft." … My eyes flickered open. It was pitch black around me. What was that dream about? It was a scene from my childhood. As I suffered from mild autism in my childhood, I had hazy memories of life, and I mostly avoided revisiting my memories. Still, the boy, who looked around ten years old in the dream, looked exactly like my younger self. Another question arose—who was that girl? Was she a childhood friend? I was