The lights in the corridor are soft, but my footsteps have become hesitant. Because I don't know if I can see him, and I remembered our almost sorrowful conversation last night. I walked to the door and unexpectedly found that it was slightly ajar.

  "Wu Yu." I called out softly.

  No one responded.

  I slowly pushed open the door.

  Inside is empty and hollow.

  But the shirt he changed into and the computer on the table were still there.

  Where did he go?

  Will he have forgotten me already? Like Yan Yuan and the others? This thought surged into my mind, as if it were a scorching hot stone, branding my heart.

  No, even if he rejected me, I don't want him to forget those fifteen days when we were together almost every day. It was real, he admitted it was love. I don't want it to just disappear!

  I grasped the door handle, and it was quiet all around me, but I felt like tears were about to fall. What kind of situation had I ended up in? Overnight, time had passed.

  But I am certain that in the next few days on this ship, something very strange is waiting for me. That lost memory, that secret I have forgotten.

  I forced myself to calm down.

  Wonderful.

  Right, wonderful!

  He left in such a hurry, if he's still on this ship, he must be in Wu Miao's room. A glimmer of hope made my heart skip a beat, but which room is Wu Miao in? I turned around and hurried down the corridor, thinking that maybe I could try to ask the service staff...

  My footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

  Next to it, there was a door of a room, also half-closed and not tightly closed. A clear female voice came: "Brother... brother, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly hug me? Were you stimulated by something?"

  My heart tightened all of a sudden, and I slowly pushed open the door.

  Inside, the sunlight pours in. Wu Miao, who had a fleeting encounter with me, Wu Miao, who should have died in August 2016, is now sitting by the window, staring at me with wide eyes. Her face is as beautiful as her brother's, but it's much more lively and lovely. And Wu Yu, who is completely different from the one I liked, yet clearly the same person, stands in front of her, tightly hugging her, his head buried in her long hair.

  Wu Miao pushed Wu Yu and coughed lightly, saying: "Brother, someone's here. What's wrong with you?" Then she whispered: "Did those formulas drive you crazy..."

  Wu Yu's hands still held her tightly, slowly lifting his head and looking at me.

  Those eyes. Those deep, slightly red, dusty-looking eyes. Although at this moment he has a pale face and a slender figure that doesn't look like the repairman I liked.

  "Stay here and don't move, also don't go out of the room. Later, brother has something very important to tell you."

  Wu Miao's expression suddenly became tense: "Oh."

  I stared blankly as he approached, we had just met yesterday, but why was my heart beating uncontrollably at this moment.

  He actually smiled at this time, revealing a hint of a smile. It was the kind that had once moved me, very warm and touching, making it impossible to resist. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his embrace. My back was against the wall, and I subconsciously retreated, only to be pinned against the wall by him. He held me tightly, motionless.

  Behind him, Wu Miao showed an unbelievable expression, covering her mouth with her hand, but then burst out laughing: "You... brother, when did you... actually know such a beautiful girl..." Whispering: "The thousand-year-old engineering ascetic has learned to wall-chop... my god..."