"Why do you love Amaryllis flowers so much?" "It reminds me of him." You smile bitterly as you stare at the ceramic pot on your hand with a beautiful red flower called amaryllis. "He used to give me these back in the day." "How come you're still inlove with the spy with hundreds of faces? I mean, could you even recognize him?" "Yes, no matter how many times he change his face and identity, I will still know that It was him."