This was an adult male's room, with a poster of the same man hanging on the wall. The man was handsome and extraordinary, giving Song Fei a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling.

Song Fei stared at the poster on the wall, thinking intently. After guessing the man's identity, she was surprised.

The coward in my memory actually looks so handsome now?

...

After the filming was over, the assistant drove Yan Jiang home. Knowing that Yan Jiang was tired of the night, after the car stopped outside the door, the assistant turned around and asked Yan Jiang, "Brother Jiang, do you want me to accompany you into the house?"

Yan Jiang is sleeping.

He was really sleepy, but he only dared to close his eyes and rest for a short time when there was a light on in the car and someone was with him.

Upon hearing the assistant's words, Yan Jiang opened his eyes immediately.

He shook his head slightly and said, "It's getting late. You should go back and rest early." After that, he pushed open the car door, stepped out of the car with long legs, and walked towards his front door. Seeing Yan Jiang open the courtyard gate, his tall and straight figure disappeared under the street light in his courtyard, walking further and further away, the assistant started the car and left.

As soon as he entered the house, Yan Jiang turned on all the lights on the first floor. The house was instantly brightly lit, and Yan Jiang felt at ease.

He went straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, found a bottle of cold mineral water and drank a few sips. He went upstairs to the game room, turned on the computer, turned up the speakers to the maximum, and played a rock rap song.

Listening to the rap music that came from his memory, Yan Jiang returned to his room. He walked to the bedside and gave Song Fei a nutritional injection, then took off his clothes and walked towards the bathroom door.

The running water rolled over him, sweeping away Yan Jiang's sleepiness.

After taking a shower, he wiped himself casually and walked out carelessly. When he came out, Yan Jiang was not wearing any clothes or a bathrobe. He was too lazy to find a bath towel to cover the important parts below his waist.

Anyway, he was the only awake person in the house, and there were no spectators, so it didn't matter whether he wore it or not.

Yan Jiang hummed a tune and scrambled through the cloakroom with his butt sticking out, searching for his pajamas to wear tonight. His movements were bold and unrefined. He was completely unaware that a hidden gaze was falling on him, taking in everything about him, both the right and the wrong.

Yan Jiang put on his clothes and sat down on the bed. He bent down and put his ear to Song Fei's chest, listening to her heartbeat. He counted the beats of Song Fei's heart softly: "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Yan Jiang listened for a while, then sat up and spoke to the vegetative Song Fei with some joy: "Wife, your heartbeat is so strong today!"

Song Fei pretended to be asleep: "..."

Yan Jiang's eyes lit up. He pulled out a notebook from the drawer of his bedside table and cheerfully recorded his observations for the day. He wrote: "Today, my wife's heartbeat was faster and stronger than before. Is she about to wake up?"

Yan Jiang pursed his lips and remained silent for a few seconds before closing the notebook and putting it back where it belonged.

He sat on the bed for a long time, and it was three o'clock in the morning before Yan Jiang went to the game room to turn off the computer.

The huge house became completely quiet.

Once the night was quiet, Yan Jiang became restless. He hurried back to his room, got into bed, hugged Song Fei's overly slender waist, buried his head in the crook of her neck and sniffed, and then he felt less scared.

"Good night, wife."

After saying that, Yan Jiang kissed Song Fei's shoulder and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep. After about thirty minutes, Yan Jiang's breathing finally slowed down. He fell asleep, still clinging to Song Fei tightly, like an insecure child.

Even when he was asleep, there was a wall lamp on in Yan Jiang's room.

Song Fei opened her eyes and tilted her head slightly to look at the blue-haired head at her neck. She wanted to find a razor to smooth down Yan Jiang's fur, as it was an eyesore. However, Yan Jiang held her like an octopus, and Song Fei couldn't move at all.

Wife...

But fuck it!

Song Fei was thinking about something in a daze, and soon fell asleep again due to exhaustion.

The next day, when Song Fei woke up, Yan Jiang was gone, presumably having gone to work. Song Fei pulled out the nutritional injections and dumped them all into the toilet. Throughout the process, Song Fei's gait was unsteady, and she had to stop and rest after every two steps.

She was so hungry that her stomach felt like it was burning with pain. Song Fei walked downstairs with difficulty, holding the railing. She went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and saw it was filled with various drinks and fruits. She fell silent.

Such a big refrigerator, but there is nothing to eat, only drinks. How can this be justified? Dad is right. Drinking too much beverages will make people stupid. Yan Jiang is the best example.

If I don't eat something, I'll faint from hunger.

Song Fei went back upstairs and into Yan Jiang's closet. She found a black and white shirt to change into, and also found a pair of casual trousers and a baseball cap. She put on the trousers, rolled up the long legs, put on the baseball cap, smashed Yan Jiang's piggy bank, and took Yan Jiang's schoolbag with the two hundred yuan in coins and left home.

Walking on the bustling streets, Song Fei felt a little uncomfortable.

During her years as a vegetative patient, Song Fei was actually conscious. She knew everything the people around her said and did. It was just strange that she couldn't wake up.

Song Fei knew she had been asleep for eight years, that her parents were dead, that the fool Song Ci had been bullied, that the bully was at large, and that there was a coward with the audacity to call her his wife and cuddle her every night.

Walking into a porridge shop, Song Fei glanced at the menu, staring at the numbers and words. After a moment of trance, she counted out eighteen coins from her black backpack and threw them on the table in front of the boss.

"A bowl of fish congee. Thinner, cooked until tender." Song Fei, after years of silence, was surprised when she suddenly spoke. Her voice was hoarse and cold, like the snow in the Arctic.

Nowadays, people love to use Alipay and WeChat to scan codes. Not many people use cash anymore, let alone coins. The boss looked at Song Fei strangely and said with a smile: "You can also scan WeChat and Alipay."

Song Fei:?

WeChat Alipay?

Song Fei became a vegetable in 2012. Back then, WeChat had just been launched and was far from a household name. Alipay was mostly limited to Taobao users. Back then, people used cash on the street, and expensive purchases were mostly made with credit cards. It was nothing like today, where you can pay with a simple scan anywhere.

"No." Song Fei acted very calm.

The boss didn't say anything. He counted the coins and confirmed that no money was missing. Then he let Song Fei in to sit down. "Come in and sit for a while. It will be over in a moment."

"Um."