She might as well just get off work.
The moment the thought arose, her body acted before her mind could.
The office door slammed shut.
A small figure flashed through the corridor, her pattering footsteps breaking the silence before the office building quickly fell quiet again.
She returned to the dormitory.
Everything seemed to have returned to how it was before.
The dining table was laden with all kinds of bitter melon dishes: bitter melon tea, dark green bitter melon cake, and even bitter melon rice dumplings shaped for the upcoming traditional Shenzhou festival, the Dragon Boat Festival. They were all foods Theresa longed for.
And their maker...
Was now sitting by the table, his back straight and his expression radiating unmistakable restraint.
Zhao Bai.
He stared at Theresa with blazing eyes, making her feel a little embarrassed. She took off her headscarf, skipped over to hang it on the coat rack, then slowly sat down.
"What does this mean?"
"...I think I did something wrong, but I don't know what I did wrong, so I made some food..."
"You're such a coward."
Theresa did not let Zhao Bai off just because he had made things she liked. Instead, she became even stricter and gave him a stern lecture right from the start.
"Can't you just go find Bronya yourself?"
"Uh—"
Zhao Bai hesitated to speak.
In fact, the two of them had coincidentally asked the same person for help—Theresa. In this regard, they seemed to share the same unspoken understanding, even after losing their memories.
Zhao Bai was afraid, and Bronya was afraid too.
Bronya feared scaring Zhao Bai away, and Zhao Bai harbored the same concern.
"You two..."
Theresa shook her head helplessly and said bluntly, "Wouldn't meeting face-to-face solve everything?"
Zhao Bai gently shook his head.
"Let's