Moving

An Zhiwu felt certain she had saved the galaxy in her past life.

That was the only way she could have met such a wonderful landlady in this one!

She had to do everything in her power to save the furniture in the apartment.

And so An Zhiwu summoned every last ounce of energy.

She picked up the mop from the floor and started soaking up water and wringing it out again.

Just as An Zhiwu was working herself as hard as an ox,

the doorbell rang.

It was probably the landlady's son.

An Zhiwu put down the mop, went to the bedroom, and grabbed a badminton racket.

Although her landlady was a good person,

food and sex were human nature, and it was the dead of night. It was better to be careful when opening the door to a strange man.

Besides, the peephole in the door was worn out, and she couldn't make out the person outside at all.

An Zhiwu held the racket in her left hand, hidden behind her back.

With her right hand, she carefully opened the door and peeked out.

One look, and she froze.

The person outside froze too.

An Zhiwu reflexively pulled the door open. "Dr... Dr. Song?" she asked, startled and uncertain.

Song Yihe hadn't recovered from his surprise either.

He stood there for a few seconds, then even looked up at the apartment number.

"An Zhiwu, you live here?"

An Zhiwu was still reeling from the revelation that the landlady's son was the doctor she liked.

She nodded blankly.

Then she stepped aside. "Dr. Song, come in."

Song Yihe stepped inside. The apartment had obviously already been tidied up, but even so, he could see that the pink wallpaper had been soaked and discolored.

The dining table was fine, but the fabric sofa was obviously beyond use.

When An Zhiwu had livestreamed from the kitchen before, Song Yihe had thought it looked familiar.

It looked like the apartment he had lived in during university.

Then the camera had moved to the living room, and he'd thought it didn't look like it after all.

Now he could see it was because An Zhiwu had transformed the entire layout. She had covered the walls with pink wallpaper, put a cute cover on the sofa, and even given the dining table an adorable makeover.

It was unmistakably a girl's apartment.

An Zhiwu led Song Yihe to the shower room.

She had plugged the broken section of pipe with a cloth, but water was still seeping out in a steady stream.

Song Yihe frowned at it. "A repairman will come first thing tomorrow morning. All the pipes in the apartment will have to be replaced."

He looked back at An Zhiwu, who was standing beside him. "Would it be all right if I took a look at the bedroom?"

An Zhiwu immediately stepped aside. "Sure."

The girl's bedroom was pink throughout as well.

There were also lots of little plush toys on the bed.

But because of the flooding, the sheets hanging down from the bed were completely soaked.

She clearly couldn't sleep there anymore.

Song Yihe had a bit of a headache. "You definitely can't stay here for the next few days. Do you have somewhere else to stay?"

An Zhiwu said hesitantly, "I do. My parents' home is in the suburbs, but it's not very convenient for me to work there." Then she looked at Song Yihe, who was standing beside her bed. "Dr. Song, is this your apartment? Is the landlady your mother?"

Song Yihe nodded. "I lived here throughout university. It's close to both the university and the hospital. I didn't move to Yihe Garden until after I graduated."

An Zhiwu realized that for the past year, she had been living in the place where Song Yihe used to live, sleeping in the bed where he used to sleep.

It was as though a little feather were tickling her heart.

An Zhiwu wasn't the only one thinking that way.

Once Song Yihe had recovered from his initial shock, the thought of An Zhiwu sleeping in his old apartment every day made his heart feel as though it had been scorched by fire.

Fortunately, the intimate atmosphere didn't last long.

Because what Song Yihe said next left An Zhiwu completely stunned.

"I have a detached house in Yihe Garden. I usually live there alone, and I'm busy with work at the hospital, so sometimes I stay there instead of coming home. If you don't mind, you can move to Yihe Garden for now. I'll have someone repaint this place in a few days."

An Zhiwu's heart began pounding wildly. "Stay at your place?"

"Mm. Otherwise, are you going back to stay with your parents?"

An Zhiwu quickly weighed the pros and cons in her head. If she went back to her parents' home, she wouldn't be able to keep her livestreaming a secret, and it would be a long way to travel to take photos for Xia Qian. Besides, An Zhiheng, who opposed her at every turn, was there too.

If she stayed at Song Yihe's place, she could livestream as usual and be close to Xia Qian. But considering the slightly ambiguous relationship between her and Song Yihe, wouldn't it make her seem terribly forward?

Song Yihe waited a while, but when she didn't answer, he seemed to know what she was thinking. "My house has three floors. My bedroom is on the second floor. If you think it would be inconvenient, you can stay on the third floor. There's a bedroom up there too."

An Zhiwu steeled herself. "Then sorry for the trouble, Dr. Song!"

"Mm," Song Yihe said. "Go ahead and pack your things. My car is parked downstairs."

An Zhiwu nodded.

She wanted to ask Song Yihe to sit and wait for her, but after looking around her waterlogged apartment, she found it a little too much of a sorry sight. She could only say awkwardly, "It'll take me a while to pack. Why don't you wait for me in your car?"

Song Yihe also felt that his presence here was only making her uncomfortable.

So he did as she suggested and went to wait in the car, making sure to close the apartment door behind him as he left.

After Song Yihe left,

An Zhiwu used all her strength to throw herself backward onto the bed.

The ties between people were truly wondrous.

She had casually picked a rental on an apartment app, only to end up renting Song Yihe's place.

She had casually booked an appointment on a medical app, only to end up with an appointment with Song Yihe, a specialist.

Didn't that mean the two of them were destined to meet?

Remembering the romance strategies Shen Songqing had given her, An Zhiwu felt that no strategy worked very well in real life.

How could plans ever keep up with change?

Take her, for instance. How could she have imagined she would be moving into Song Yihe's house?

After letting her thoughts fly around for a while,

An Zhiwu began packing. First, she bundled up the sheets and duvet cover and tossed them into the washing machine.

Then she started packing her clothes and daily necessities.

Although she didn't much like buying clothes,

over the course of a year, the clothes for all four seasons in her wardrobe had still added up to quite a lot.

Wait... why was she thinking about clothes for all four seasons?

An Zhiwu slapped her forehead. An Zhiwu, what are you thinking? You're only going to stay there for a few days. You just need to bring a few short-sleeved shirts! Why are you thinking about clothes for all four seasons?

So An Zhiwu picked out her summer clothes from the wardrobe and put them in her suitcase.

She packed her daily necessities too.

And her camera.

When the washing machine went "ding ding," An Zhiwu took the sheets and duvet cover out and hung them up to dry.

Only then did she pull her suitcase to the elevator and go downstairs.