"Sir, would you like a refill?"
A magnetic female AI voice awakened Li Qingming from his daze.
It was then he realized he was in a medieval restaurant, with wooden brick structures, whole wheat bread, ham, and a cup of coffee on the table, flickering dimly and brightly under the candlelight.
"Sir?"
The woman asked again.
Li Qingming finally lifted his head, looking at the woman with a smooth metallic face without features but with exquisitely braided hair, dressed in a maid's outfit, bending over with a coffee pot in hand, inquiring.
"Indicator?" Li Qingming asked in a daze.
"Do you recognize me?" the woman asked calmly. "But I don't possess any memory of meeting you."
"..." After a brief silence, Li Qingming looked around at the other patrons in the restaurant.
