Wrapped in the quilt, Janet reached out to turn on the light and then sat up to look at Brandon.

Smiling brightly, she asked, “Why are you so scared? I’m not going to hurt you or anything.”

Her lighthearted, euphemistic voice made Brandon’s ears turn even redder.

He didn’t raise his head and refused to look at the woman next to him.

Clutching the quilt tightly, he felt a little depressed. He had never felt so helpless before.

“Did you want to say something to me?” Janet asked curiously, tilting her head to the side.

With a tense look on his face, Brandon finally raised his eyes to look at Janet, albeit hesitantly. He uttered, “You… Please don’t… I…”

Seeing that he couldn’t even finish his sentence, Janet was amused. She shook her head helplessly, turned off the light, and lay down with her back to Brandon.

She then said softly, “Alright, I promise I won’t tease you again. You have work tomorrow. Good night.”

After that, Janet didn’t say anything more.

Brandon breathed a sigh of relief. In the darkness, he looked at Janet’s outline quietly. Too many doubts flashed through his mind.

What kind of person was she?

did they used to

anything. His head was filled with a thousand questions, but he couldn’t just wake Janet up and ask her without her finding out about his memory loss. In the end, he had no choice but to lie back down

******

autumn were over, and

against the window. When he got up to close the window, the delicious aroma of breakfast attracted

at the empty bed. Only then did he realize that Janet was not

quickly washing up, he

was a windy day, but there was no sign of rain. The sun was still

on, Janet set two cups of milk on the table and then went back to

her into the

heard footsteps behind her, she turned around and smiled, “Good morning, sunshine! Go wash your

seconds. For some inexplicable reason, he felt that this scene was so familiar, as though

busy figure gradually overlapped with that

him

cooking

he tried to make it clear, he’d feel a

his absent-mindedness, Janet waved her hand in front of him and asked, “Brandon? What’s on your mind? Come on. It’s

clear. He nodded slightly and followed her

were sandwiches, bacon, eggs, and milk on the table—a beautiful breakfast

go.” With a smile, Janet handed him a glass of

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255