Sister Zhou thought Lin Zhiyi had forgotten about it herself and turned to fetch it from the kitchen, placing it in front of her.
It was a low-key yet exorbitantly priced men's watch.
Lin Zhiyi recognized it at a glance—it belonged to Gong Chen.
Because she owned an identical women's watch.
But when she tidied up the kitchen last night, that watch definitely wasn't there.
Unless... the person who had stayed with her when she had a fever was Gong Chen.
Sang Li never said he was the one who prepared the porridge, it was she who assumed it first.
Thinking about everything that seemed like a dream, Lin Zhiyi's hand trembled slightly, and she knocked over the ginger tea.
Sister Zhou hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe it up, "What's wrong?"
Lin Zhiyi turned her head towards the window, then suddenly picked up the watch and dashed out.
Standing in the elevator, she watched the descending numbers, silently counting in her heart.