Wen Shan finished her dinner, cleaned up the dishes, and went upstairs.
After Wen Shan went in, she looked down at her arm. She hadn't changed her dressing today, so from now on, she had to change it herself.
Wen Shan walked to the bed, sat down, and took the medicine from the table. Her right arm was trembling unconsciously. She knew that she still couldn't face her arm directly.
Forget it, I should close the window first.
Wen Shan thought about it and wanted to close the window, but she realized that not only was the window closed, but even the curtains were closed.
She closed it herself?
Wen Shan patted her head. Three Seconds of memory?
Why didn't she remember anything.
It was like when we went out, we always wondered if we locked the door, so we had to go back to take a look.
So now Wen Shan was seriously in her arms. Did she close the door by herself?
That was strange.
