When Qing Zhu received the notification of Qin Xue and her family leaving, she didn't see them off.
"Yuran, everyone we know is now gone, leaving just the two of us," Qing Zhu whispered, holding her daughter's little hand.
"Yuran, Mom doesn't know when I will be able to remember what I've lost. So, you have to travel the world with me." Qing Zhu was always concerned about when she could recall the past.
"Knock, knock, knock," there was a sound from the door.
"Who is it?" Unable to reach the door due to her injury, Qing Zhu called from her bedroom.
"Qing Zhu, it's me, Qin Jiale." Today, Qin Jiale was here to tell Qing Zhu that she would be off to school tomorrow.
"Lele, wait a minute." Since Qin Xue and her family had left, Qing Zhu had been using a strap to secure the door instead of locking it.
"Qing Zhu, how is your foot now? Are you okay?" Qin Jiale asked as she watched Qing Zhu limping over to open the door.
