Running away from Ashley's house.

Raising her hand, slapping…


She slapped her hard: 'How could I say those words to her? I should be the one who understands that idiot's sensitivity the best."

She turned her head to look at the big building behind her, using her hand to wipe her face.

Upstairs, Milan looked at Ashley, then stepped forward: 'Ashley, don't cry."


 Ashley slowly raised her head, looked at that person, turned around, and walked heavily into the bedroom. She turned around and locked the door.

Outside came the sound of turning the doorknob: 'Ashley, sorry…"


Inside the room, the girl stood quietly in front of the bedroom window, outside the window were red lights, colorful lights, and a dragon-shaped carriage, extremely bustling, young men and women, looking down from the upper floors of the house, only saw tiny black dots, like ants.

Everyone was living their own lives, everyone seemed very happy, and everyone was hiding a story.

The person passing by probably had gone through hardships, their hearts were like dust.

What about her?

What kind of life was she living?

The other person was still on duty outside the door, she knew, at this moment the other person must be in turmoil, his heart was speculating wildly, did he do something wrong?

On her lips, revealed a desperate smile.

That punch,  a hard punch to the wall, she bowed her head, arched her body, her long black hair fell down her face, her shoulders trembled, revealing her helplessness and pain at this moment, confused and conflicted… Selma was right, Selma was wrong, Selma was right, Selma was wrong…

Was Selma right after all?

Another punch.

'What should be forgotten, I don't forget, what shouldn't be forgotten, I forget everything." There was an extremely mocking expression in her eyes: 'God knows how to tease people."

She didn't know if she was talking about this damn fate or the mastermind behind all of this.

'Ashley, don't scare me." The person standing outside the door shouted urgently, first knocking on the door, then pounding on the door, and then starting to kick the door: 'Ashley, don't scare me, my heart aches…"

The large bedroom door opened, revealing an expressionless face, the girl's face was pale, her lips were pale, a round drop of blood, clearly bitten very hard.

She gritted her teeth, biting out a drop of blood, how did she finally struggle?

She lifted her leg, not paying attention to the handsome face that was anxious and tense outside the door, in her hand she held his blanket.

Everything returned to the way it was before.

The girl walked out to the living room with an expressionless face, quietly covering the sofa with two layers of blankets.

On one side, the man stood on the other side uneasily, his expression was extremely tense, making others feel heartbroken when looking at him.

The girl did not look over.

"From now on, you are not allowed to enter the bedroom anymore."

Cold words came out from her lips.

The man blinked in panic, grabbed the girl's shirt hem, and wanted to leave, hurriedly asked: "Ashley, Ashley, what will I do in the future, do you not like me anymore?"

"Let go."

 "No."

The man stubbornly shook his head.

The girl looked down at the hem of her shirt that he was holding in his hand, never thinking, never giving her space to think, the gaps in her heart, filled with pain, Selma's words kept repeating in her ears, like an old music box, opening and closing continuously.

She reached out to grab the corner of her shirt and walked into the bedroom. A flash of panic flashed in the eyes of the man behind her, without thinking, he hurriedly lifted his feet to chase after her. "Ashley, what did I do wrong, you tell me, Milan will fix it." The man panicked and grabbed the girl's arm.

The girl said nothing, her face expressionless as she raised her hand, his fingers separated one by one, "Milan, you did nothing wrong." To her, the one who did wrong was that man named Milan.

 But Milan is Milan, she also wants to ignore it, just like what Selma said: She doesn't want to push away this person's little "warmth". But she is afraid.

With a cold heart, she resolutely entered the bedroom, slammed the door, and locked the door of her heart.

She only left the person outside with a determined back and turned her back to that person, but tears kept falling in vain. Why cry?

She didn't want to think and had no strength to think anymore.

Just like that, just like that.

That night, one door, two people. That night ended in silence but made everything worse.

For Milan, this was no different from a thunderclap in the clear blue sky. When the first ray of morning light shone down, Ashley opened the door without a sound, a figure rushed in.

 Calming down, she looked down, the other person was lying on the ground, half in the room, half in the hallway, when she looked at him, it seemed that he had woken up, his eyes were looking at her dreamily, blinking his dreamy eyes, his long eyes were much more alert: "Ashley."

That person called out with irritation and looked at her cautiously.

Ashley's breathing was a little chaotic, squinting her eyes: "Did you sleep here last night?"

"No." That person immediately objected with excitement. She said coldly: "Lie."

"No..."

That person suddenly squinted his eyes again.

"That's right, I went to the bathroom last night and fell asleep, it's not that I didn't listen on purpose." That person finally muttered an explanation.

Ashley didn't pay attention, brushing away the pain that was surging in her heart.

"I'm going to work."  She said, "I'll give the house key to Jerome, he will send the doctor to give you an injection tonight. You can't hang around the house, if you're hungry, cook noodles yourself." 

After saying that, she quickly went to the bathroom, hurriedly brushed her teeth and washed her face, didn't even eat breakfast, changed her clothes, then picked up her bag and quickly left the house. 

She knew that the other person was still looking at her, the mist covered her eyes, looking like she was about to cry. 

She kept reminding herself: Don't look, Milan is forever Milan. She didn't know this person. 

Milan was shot while on a business trip abroad. The person who shot him was his enemy in the business world. He hated Milan because he was too excellent. He was finally caught by the police but unfortunately, Milan lost his memory, his mind was like that of an eight-year-old child.