Originally, Cheng Zhiwei used to reside in the master bedroom while Zhou Lin, who seldom returned, stayed in the guest room. Now that Cheng Zhiwei had lost her memory, she insisted on not staying in the master bedroom, which had instead become his bedroom.
Many things from the master bedroom had been moved to the guest room. At a glance, it appeared emptier. There were many clothes in the wardrobe, but they hadn't been touched for many days.
Cheng Zhiwei perfectly demonstrated how to be a good guest.
Cheng Zhiwei got up at six in the morning and tiptoed downstairs to the living room, planning to continue her work, only to find Zhou Lin was also there, on the phone, speaking in a very gentle tone.
"Don't be afraid, I'll be there soon."
"What did the doctor say?"
"Good."
Cheng Zhiwei stood quietly at the top of the stairs, thinking that the person on the other end of the phone must be someone he truly cared for; otherwise, why would he use such a tender tone?
