"Eh!?" Did she just call him Jerry? It feels like she knows me, and I was so surprised that I completely forgot about my current embarrassing state, staring at her with a dazed look.

She has the demeanor and appearance of a mature elder sister, graceful in every move.

"Ziye, I'm sorry, my son Youjie hasn't interacted with girls since he parted ways with you. So, when he saw you, he was so stunned that it was very rude of him. Please don't mind..." Mother said apologetically, covering her right cheek with one hand and smiling shyly at Ziye.

"It's okay... Aunt, if Jerry could be so fascinated by me, it would show that I have the qualifications to be his wife. If Jerry were to ignore me or treat me coldly, that would truly make me sad and I wouldn't know what to do,"

"Indeed, I wasn't wrong. Ziye is the top choice for my daughter-in-law," Mother said excitedly, tears streaming down her face.

"No... As a wife, I still have many shortcomings," Ziye spoke modestly. I stood there, watching their exchange, having no knowledge of this suddenly appearing girl. She seemed to know me, but I didn't know her at all. I couldn't retrieve any memory of her from my mind.

"So, consider this as training to become a qualified wife," Mother raised her arm and shouted.

"Yes... Mother..." Ziye blushed and smiled in reply, while I shivered on the side. Hey, this development is too exaggerated and incredible.

"Ahem..." I pretended to cough, trying to catch their attention.

"Youjie... You're really impolite. You see Ziye and just stand there dumbly without even saying hello? Sigh... It's been so long since my son has interacted with a girl," Mother said, first with a serious face and then sighing while holding her forehead, making it sound like I was in a terrible state.

"Come on, come on, stop being so dazed and greet her properly!" Seeing no response from me, Mother seemed to be becoming angry.

However, I said something that surprised everyone at the scene.

"Who is this girl?" I asked.

"Ah!?" Mother exclaimed in surprise.

"Who is this girl? I don't know her," I repeated.

"Youjie, is something wrong with your brain? It's all my fault for often punishing you by hitting your head," Mother said guiltily, her eyes filled with tears as she stroked my head.

I removed her hand and fixed my hair, which hadn't even dried yet. What are you messing with! It's really annoying.

"I'm not brain-damaged. I really don't know her. I don't have any impression of her at all," I said angrily, looking back at Ziye.

A hint of confusion appeared on Ziye's face.

"This..." Mother frowned, unable to understand the situation, and thought hard about it.

"It's not surprising. When Youjie and Ziye met back then, Youjie was only four years old. It's forgivable if he doesn't remember," Dad revealed the mystery that bothered my mother and Ziye.

"So that's it... I thought Youjie's brain was really broken," Mother sighed in relief.

"Jerry, do you really not remember?" Ziye asked sadly.

"I don't remember..." I shook my head. I had no impression of the girl called Ziye, neither her appearance nor her name.

I thought Ziye would become disheartened, but she was all smiles.

"My name is Summer Weaver. I was born on a serene night full of starlight. Because my surname is Xia (夏), and coincidentally, it was also summer, so my name is Summer Weaver... I'm eighteen years old this year, two years older than Jerry... Although I don't know if Jerry minds that I'm older, but... I still have to say, please take care of me, even though I'm not very talented," She said humbly, introducing herself, making me feel a bit unnatural and unsure of how to respond.

So, in the same tone, I said, "I... Please take care of me too."