"He still hasn't come back."
Wen Shu sat at the table with her chin in her hand, looking at the calendar before her, and sighed softly.
After leafing through a few pages of the book in her hand, she closed it again.
"I'm forgetting things so quickly. It feels like it won't be long before I can't remember anything."
Wen Shu's brows drew together slightly. All her usual cheerfulness and sunny disposition had vanished.
She was restless and distracted.
Every night, she closed her book, and by the time she woke the next morning, she could no longer remember where she had left off.
The books she had read before were gradually fading from her mind, too.
In the past, reading had helped clear her head.
Now, however, she only felt more lost after finishing a book.
Wen Shu felt as though her mind was a leaking teapot, inevitably draining until nothing remained.
That wasn't good at all.
In the past, when Qin Siyang was away, she could still rely on reading to while away the dull hours.
Now, her failing memory had robbed her of that hobby.
Yet she didn't want to leave the house and invite unnecessary trouble.
All she could do was sit at the table every day, quietly waiting for Qin Siyang.
Each day stretched on and on, almost unbearably long.
But Gu Yunpeng and Zhao Sifang had also left the Safe Zone to accompany Qin Siyang on his expedition at sea. With her father, Gu Weiyang, toiling day and night for the Safe Zone, and First Lady Liu Yingxia constantly rushing from place to place, Gu Yunxuan had likewise become a lonely soul with no one to look after her.
So she often slipped over to chat with Wen Shu and relieve her boredom.
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