"Can we go to your apartment?" Xia Xi sat on his lap, playing with his slender fingers, her voice a little hoarse, "I want to take a nap there. I don't have anything to do in the afternoon, so I want to sleep a little longer. Will you be back in the evening?"

Xu Yanfeng rubbed her soft cheeks, and was so happy that he couldn't wait to say: "Why not? Giving you the access card and password means you can go there anytime you want. I will try to come back early in the evening."

Xia Xi's heart ached, and her eyes were also sore. She was afraid that she couldn't pretend anymore, so she quickly got up, climbed over the armrest, and sat firmly in the passenger seat: "We can't waste any more time, let's go."

Xu Yanfeng drove the car to the residential area, watched Xia Xi go in, and then turned around and headed towards Xu's headquarters.

Xia Xi opened the door and walked into the empty house alone.

Because of her, there have been many changes here. Her used rubber bands can be seen everywhere, and the carpet has been replaced with a Mediterranean blue one she bought online, printed with two rows of black English letters. She often sits on that carpet to read, but Xu Yanfeng doesn't like sitting on carpets. He sits on the sofa next to her, and she leans on his legs, unable to resist harassing him as she watches him. She also bought a lemon tree and planted it in an oversized rattan pot. It hasn't produced any lemons yet, and she doesn't know if she was cheated by the merchant. She thinks his tableware is too monotonous, all white, so she bought a lot of medieval-style plates and dishes in various colors.

The bedroom had undergone even greater changes. The four-piece set was her favorite vanilla yellow, and a few oddly shaped pillows were scattered across it: a question mark pillow, an elephant pillow, a large pear pillow, and a pumpkin pillow. She found the leather sofa at the foot of the bed too cold, so she replaced it with a creamy white lambskin. She also bought a mushroom lamp specifically to add to the atmosphere. When it turned on, the whole room felt like it was bathed in dusk. When they were intimate, their overlapping shadows cast a shadow on the wall...

In the dressing room, she had twice as many clothes as Xu Yanfeng. In the bathroom, bottles and jars of toiletries were overflowing.

She left too many traces and was completely integrated into his world. How could he peel them off?

Objects can be thrown away, but how do we erase the memories they leave behind? It would be great if there was a one-click option to delete human memories.

Xia Xi leaned her head against the wall, feeling a sense of sadness. She was trying to figure out how to minimize the damage, but she couldn't find any.

She was destined to hurt him.

If she had known this day would come, would she have provoked Xu Yanfeng? Xia Xi asked herself.

Probably not. She hoped that he would always sit on the high platform, surrounded and admired in his own world, and she didn't want him to bow his head and be contaminated by dust.