The noonday sun gently filtered through the curtains, and Christina woke from Shen Mochen's embrace, looking at Shen Mochen beside her, she gently kissed his cheek.
As the nominal third female lead, Christina went to Vasiliyevich's residence the next day and volunteered to take care of Shen Mochen, citing the director's busy schedule.
Shen Mochen slowly opened his eyes, a smile on his face: "Did you sleep well last night, Sister Krista?"
Although it seemed he was disturbed by Christina, Shen Mochen had long been awake. Ever since his amnesia, he had hardly had a good night's sleep. He was just used to not letting anyone try to understand him.
"It was wonderful!" Christina gave Shen Mochen's face another hearty kiss, beaming. But soon after, a look of melancholy appeared on Christina's face.
These past two days had been the happiest of her life, but unfortunately, Vasiliyevich would return this afternoon.
