"Could this kid really have kept his memories?" Gao Ming himself had paid an agonizing price for this one chance.
Quickening his pace, Gao Ming spotted shoe prints in the stairwell that had yet to dry. He ran straight up to the fifth floor.
"The shoe prints disappeared?"
Rounding the corner, Gao Ming found the door to Room 506 half open. The pile of advertising flyers that had been stuffed into the door had fallen to the floor.
"No one should have lived in Room 506 for a long time."
He picked up a flyer, wiped off its thick layer of dust, and peered into Room 506.
The security door was covered in dust, yet the apartment was spotless, as though someone came by to clean it every day.
Gao Ming tried knocking. A thin figure emerged from the kitchen. Wan Qiu wore the apron Ghost Mom had once used and timidly held a spatula.
"Who... who are you?"
Wan Qiu had once been so timid that he did not dare speak to strangers. He had forcibly shut himself away, only gradually trying to communicate with others after meeting Gao Ming.
But this time was different. Not only was Wan Qiu cooking for himself in the kitchen, he had even taken the initiative to speak to Gao Ming.
"My name is Gao Ming. A mother asked me to help look after her two daughters." Gao Ming changed into slippers and said politely, "The older daughter is called Xian Xian, and the younger one is Nannan."
Bang!
The security door behind him slammed shut. The temperature suddenly began dropping, as though someone had turned on the air conditioner, and wet footprints appeared across the living room floor.
"That's impossible. They said they don't know you!" Clutching the spatula, Wan Qiu stepped