Every night before sleeping, An Ruo would search within her room for her past ’memories’.
But the things here are so simple; apart from some clothes and jewelry, there’s nothing else. She doesn’t know what other people’s rooms have, but recently she’s been exposed to more things, and she feels that her room is a bit plain.
It seems to lack a sense of spontaneity and the feeling of home.
So far, she’s only found a couple of things on the tissues in the tissue box and in the fairy tale books on her desk. Then, that’s it.
An Ruo thought, even if she has lost her memories, she can still feel that something’s not right. Her bedroom should be filled with many small items.
For example, photos, diaries, casual notes, etc., but none of these are here; it’s clean to the point of being strange.
But again, maybe she was once a very clean-loving, rigidly organized person?
If that’s the case, her bedroom would have nothing but essentials.
Forget it, stop searching, if the memories can’t be recovered, then they can’t be recovered.
An Ruo turned off the light to sleep, unexpectedly, that night in her dream, she saw a strange man. He stood not far away, watching her with a look so focused, as if filled with infinite affection.
An Ruo also watched him in the dream, she couldn’t see his face clearly, but she could feel the emotions in his eyes. Xingtian had looked at her like that too, but when he did, she didn’t feel her heart moving.
Yet, when the man in her dream gazed at her like that, her heart seemed to flutter lightly.
Who is he, and why is he always watching her?
An Ruo can’t speak to ask him, the man just stands far away without moving, and she doesn’t move either, the two gaze at each other from afar, and even if they were to look at each other for a lifetime, it seems she wouldn’t mind.
When An Ruo woke up in the morning, the thing she remembered most clearly was the man’s gaze in the dream.
He seemed to like her a lot, surprisingly, she didn’t mind the feeling that he liked her...
Does she possibly know other people?
While eating, An Ruo couldn’t help but ask Xingtian: "Xingtian, besides knowing you, do I know other people?"
"Of course." Xingtian smiled naturally, "We used to have some acquaintances, but now we’re out of touch."
"Oh, a mix of men and women?"
An Ruo really wanted to ask him if there was a man among them who liked her.
But such a narcissistic question she thought better not to ask, An Ruo buried her head in her meal, and the man opposite glanced at her with an enigmatic look, but soon his eyes returned to normal.
After eating, An Ruo suddenly suggested that she wanted to take a look at his bedroom. Naturally, Xingtian was pleased, so he accompanied her to take a tour.
Walking into his bedroom, An Ruo’s first impression was one of extraordinary taste. Unlike her room filled with feminine vibes, Xingtian’s room not only had a masculine aura, but the design and furniture were all unique, offering a sense of nobility.
An Ruo thought, Xingtian is also the kind of person who appears very noble, so naturally, his taste is not ordinary.
"Is this your desk?" She walked to the desk and asked him.
"Yes, occasionally I work in the bedroom." The man smiled.
Her gaze fell on the bookshelves behind the desk, full of books cramming the shelves.
She walked over, pulled out a book, and casually flipped through it, saying while she read, "Your room has so many things, my room has nothing, I’ve looked, there’s just a fairy tale book. Am I particularly averse to studying, so I only read fairy tale books?"