900 They Can't Return to the Past
The phone hit the man and fell to the ground with a crisp and clear sound.
“Watch carefully if you want to! The password is 0224!” Ye Shengge said. She didn’t even put on her shoes. She stood up, walked back to the bedroom and closed the door.
Even so, she was still shaking with anger.
She had always thought that he would still love and trust her unconditionally even if he lost his memory, but it turned out that it was all her wishful thinking.
They couldn’t return to the past.
Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably.
She leaned against the door and slid to the ground. Her heart ached as she recalled how gentle the man had been and how determined she had been for the past three years. If he could never recover his memories, would they never be able to return to the past?
She knew it wasn’t his fault, but what had she done wrong?
…
In the living room, Ji Shiting sat on the sofa and picked up his phone.
pAnDa (nov)e1 Ye Shengge was using a phone brand owned by T.S. Corporation. It seemed that the phone’s quality was good, and at least it wasn’t damaged after the fall. The screen had dimmed.
Ji Shiting looked cold and emotionless.
Actually, he regretted a bit when he saw the anger and hurt in the woman’s eyes, but he couldn’t stand being kept in the dark. Thus, after pondering for a few seconds, he pressed the home button and entered the lock screen password.
The screen lit up, and it was the messaging ap interface. The name at the top of the chat window was ‘Ah Chen and Qing’er’, and the profile picture was a baby’s fist.
There were two of them.
Ji Shiting’s eyes widened as he clicked into the chat window. The latest message was ‘The phone call duration: 3:46’. It was a few minutes ago.
He pursed his lips and scrolled up, but there were more than ten messages that were recorded on video calls. There weren’t any words, and the account didn’t share any photos.
Besides, there were no regular intervals between video calls. Sometimes, they would talk once in a few days, and sometimes, they would talk for several days in a row.
This meant that Ye Shengge wasn’t with them when they were on the phone.
He clicked on the photo again, and the two chubby hands were placed side by side, but they didn’t belong to the same person. Ji Shiting could tell the difference.
‘Are these… two kids?’
No wonder the chat window was filled with videos and no words. It was because they were two kids and they didn’t know how to type yet.
Ah Chen, Qing’er.
He thought of the two names, and he suddenly had a guess. This guess made his heart skip a beat, and his breathing became heavy.
Ji Shiting gripped his phone tightly. He was afraid that he was overthinking and would be happy for nothing, but…
He turned around and strode to the bedroom, opened the door and walked in.
The woman was lying on the bed with her back facing him, and her black hair was spread on the pillow, which made him feel sorry for her.
Ji Shiting swallowed hard and tried to slow down his breathing. He walked over and stood in front of her.
Ye Shengge opened her eyes and saw the surprise and disbelief in the man’s eyes. She knew that he had guessed it.
She sat up on the bed and reached out to him. “You should’ve seen it, right? Can you return my phone?”
“Who are Ah Chen and Qing’er?” The man’s voice was hoarse.