Qu Cheng shook his head with a smile. "Song Song, aren't you really bored?"
Song Song seemed to have been switched on. She nodded vigorously. "I'm extremely bored, but I'm not going back."
"Then go pick a book," Qu Cheng said, pointing at the bookshelf with his pen again. "They're all books I bought before. Pick whichever one you're interested in. Don't hold it in."
Song Song said okay and walked to the bookshelf, starting to carefully pick out a book.
Qu Cheng looked at her profile. Suddenly, a warm current welled up in his heart. How was the amnesiac Song Song different from before? At this moment, he couldn't tell. Song Song was still Song Song.
Just like this coffee. Even though Song Song had lost her memory, she still remembered his taste perfectly. Did that mean that one day, Song Song would unconsciously recall the past?
"I'll read this one." Song Song picked a book from the bookshelf and bounced back to the sofa to start reading.
Seeing that Song Song was occupied, Qu Cheng felt relieved and continued his work.
The long night was endless, and sleep evaded him. Qu Cheng read documents all night. When he looked up again, it was already dawn.
Right, where was Song Song?
Qu Cheng stood up and patted his legs. After sitting for a whole night, his legs and feet were sore and achy. He walked to the sofa and looked at the sleeping Song Song.
Little heartless thing. She said she wasn't sleepy, but she was sleeping so soundly.
After scolding Song Song, Qu Cheng started to scold himself. He blamed himself for not being tough enough to make Song Song go back to sleep, and for not keeping an eye on Song Song all the time. He didn't even know when she fell asleep. There was no quilt on the sofa. What if she caught a cold?
Qu Cheng had a lot going on in his mind, but the sleeping Song Song knew nothing about it. She lazily turned over, showing no sign of waking up.
Qu Cheng shook his head and gently reached out to pick up Song Song.
Suddenly, Song Song opened her eyes. She put her hands in front of her chest and looked at Qu Cheng blankly. "Qu Cheng, why are you carrying me?"
"I was afraid you'd catch a cold since you fell asleep on the sofa. I'm just moving you to a better place," Qu Cheng said with a gentle smile. He rarely smiled so gently. He had never been this gentle even to his parents. Song Song was the only one who could make him be so caring. It was a pity that someone didn't seem to appreciate it.
"No need. I'm awake. Put me down first," Song Song said, blushing and clenching her teeth.
"It's okay. Don't be shy. I used to carry you like this all the time."
"But that was in the past!" Song Song replied subconsciously.
Qu Cheng's expression stiffened a bit. He let out an "oh" sound. "We're here. I won't do it again next time. I'm sorry. Go and rest."
Qu Cheng put her on the ground and then turned around to leave. His back looked a bit lonely.
Song Song didn't think too much about it. She touched her chest. Her heart was pounding like a frightened deer. "How embarrassing!" She gritted her teeth and started to recall the moment when Qu Cheng carried her. Then she regretted her words just now. How could she talk to Qu Cheng like that?
Song Song covered her face with both hands and kept muttering to herself. "It's over. How embarrassing! What will Qu Cheng think of me?"
"No, no. Song Song, you big fool. You can't talk nonsense even if you've lost your memory."
There was a knock on the door, which interrupted Song Song's daydreaming in time. She casually asked, "Who is it?" She wondered if it was Qu Cheng. It should not be, as he just left. But what if it was him? Song Song looked at herself in the mirror. Was that red - faced woman really herself?
How could she be so infatuated? Qu Cheng just carried her for a moment.
"It's me, Yan Xi."
So it was Yan Xi! Song Song took a few deep breaths and then walked to the door and opened it. "Yan Xi, why are you here?" Actually, what Song Song wanted to say was why Yan Xi was here again. She had just come yesterday, but she swallowed the word "again" at the last moment.
Yan Xi was holding several bags in her hand. She smiled and lifted them up. "I came to see you."
Song Song replied with a smile, "Why did you bring something? What are these? I don't need them."
Yan Xi put the bags behind the door and sighed. "You haven't even looked at them. How do you know you won't need them? These are tonics I spent a long time buying for you to nourish your body."
Yan Xi patted Song Song on the back. "Look at your small body. You need to be nourished. You're so thin. I feel like a gust of wind could blow you away."
"It's not that exaggerated."
Yan Xi took Song Song's hand. Suddenly, she turned to stare at Song Song. "Something's not right. Why is your face so red? Are you running a fever? Come on, let's go to the hospital. I'll take you to see a doctor."
"I'm fine," Song Song said, holding Yan Xi's hand. "The air - conditioner was set too high just now. I got hot. I'm perfectly okay. Don't worry too much."
Yan Xi nodded and said with a smile, "That's good. I really thought you were going to have a fever."
"However, seriously, you need to take care of your body. If you really have a fever, don't bear it on your own. Go to the hospital right away. Do you understand?"
Song Song nodded. Secretly, she thought that her infatuated look just now really resembled someone with a fever. Alas, why was she thinking about such nonsense again? She let out a little laugh.
Yan Xi was sharp - eyed. "What are you laughing at? I'm being serious."
"I just thought of a joke," she said. She asked Yan Xi to sit down first and then immediately turned around. Yan Xi was very sensitive. Song Song was really afraid that she would notice something wrong with her. Although in her own opinion, there was nothing strange about it, it might be different in Yan Xi's eyes.
"You sit down first. I'll pour you a glass of water."
"No need," Yan Xi immediately refused. "I came to see you today on an important matter." She looked serious, as if it was really a big deal.
Song Song let out an "ah" sound and nervously sat down on the opposite sofa. "What's the important matter? Hurry up and tell me."
"I'm telling you," Yan Xi cleared her throat. "It's my brother!" She rolled her eyes. "I didn't want to come either, but my brother misses you so much, Song Song." She grabbed Song Song's palm.
"My brother misses you so much that he's almost going crazy."
After Yan Xi finished speaking, Song Song was stunned. Not because she was scared, but because she didn't know how to answer. She grabbed her legs, and her mind was running at full speed. How should she talk to Yan Xi? It seemed that no matter how she said it, it wouldn't be appropriate. The figure of Yan Xi in front of her gradually became blurred.
"Song Song, say something! Tell me what you think. Say something!" Yan Xi kept urging.
Song Song felt even more at a loss. She really didn't know how to answer, so she could only remain silent.