The next day.
When Summer woke up, it was already nine o'clock in the morning. She stretched out for her phone, but found it wasn't there.
Right on the cue, Leonardo came out of the bathroom. Seeing Summer was searching the bed, he asked, "What's wrong? What are you looking for?"
"My phone." Hearing his sounds, Summer turned to look at Leonardo, saying, "Do you see it?"
Leonardo walked over and said, "I'll help you find it." He searched the bed and the floor, but didn't find it.
Then he raised his head, asking, "Do you remember where you put it last night?"
Where did she put the phone last night?
Summer thought about it carefully, but her memory failed her.
She was at a loss for a moment. Then, she raised her head and asked Leonardo, "Where did I put my phone last night?"
Leonardo slightly knitted his eyebrows and answered, "Yes."
Summer looked at him and muttered, "I don't remember." And then she thought for a while and shook her head, saying, "I can't remember it."
And what did she say to Leonardo last night? She couldn't remember it either. Flustered, Summer supported her forehead with her hands,
"Why can't I remember?"
Some color drained from Leonardo's face, and he took out his phone and called Tim.
Immersing herself in her own world, Summer had no idea about what Leonardo said to Tim.
After the call, Leonardo turned around and
saw Summer still sitting on the bed, so lost and blank, like a child.
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