I couldn't believe it at all, but this handwriting, it was clearly him—the last time I invited him to dinner and agreed on the three billion loan, his signature looked just like this!
Oh my god...
A countless number of questions quickly filled my mind.
How did Daniel Carter encounter me?
Why did he send me back?
When did he leave?
And the scattered images in my memory—hugging, cuddling, even kissing...
Was it a dream, or did it really happen?
What's most surprising is that someone so distinguished actually cooked sobering soup and white porridge for me in my cramped little kitchen?
The shock in my mind wouldn't disperse.
Even neglecting to drink water, I rushed into the kitchen, and sure enough, the rice cooker was still in the keep-warm mode.
Opening it, inside was the already cooked white porridge.
On the gas stove, there was a stew pot which I usually use for brewing soup.
Opening it, inside was the soup, which should be the sobering soup he mentioned.
Ah...
