Chapter 2

Chapter 2

When I woke up the next day, 1107 was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast for me.

She had clearly watched many of the videos He Zhi and I had filmed together, as she was intimately familiar with our daily habits.

She even served soft-boiled eggs, He Zhi’s specialty, onto the table.

Taking off her apron, she suddenly raised her hands to show herself off, her eyes crinkling as she asked, “Does this outfit look good?”

I looked up. She was wearing He Zhi’s clothes.

They were still hanging in the closet; I hadn’t touched them. There were too many of them, and packing them all away would have been a hassle.

I looked down and picked up my chopsticks to eat breakfast, giving her an instruction: “There’s an outfit on the top shelf of the closet. Go change into it.”

Five minutes later, she returned in the new clothes and did a little twirl in front of me.

“So, you like to play like this,” she said.

It was a school uniform with a short skirt, faded from many washes and marked with clear fold lines.

I handed her a hair tie. “Tie it up.”

She gave a playful wink. “You do it for me.”

She must have seen that video with half a million likes-the one where He Zhi and I were eating hot pot, and I casually pulled a hair tie from my pocket to tie back her hair.

She crouched down in front of me. Her strands of hair slid through my fingers, leaving behind a familiar scent.

Even her hair oil was the same brand He Zhi used.