Chapter 108 Forget it, I'll look myself...

After packing up his backpack, Michael didn't change into his pajamas to go to bed.

Instead, he continued to tidy up his belongings, including his clothes and daily necessities, arranging everything neatly.

Once everything was in order, Michael sat still, his gaze sweeping across his room.

His desk, chair, wardrobe, and bed—each corner he looked at sparked a flicker of memories in his eyes.

Eventually, Michael slowly lay down on his pillow and bedding, deeply inhaling the lingering scent, perhaps trying to remember Betty's fragrance.

As time ticked by, it was past midnight.

Michael rose from his bed, tears having silently streamed down his face once more.

He wiped his eyes dry, took a deep breath, and slowly opened his bedroom door.

He walked softly and quietly, making almost no sound as he opened the door.

He glanced towards Betty's room, which was enveloped in silence.