She went upstairs, passed Edward's room, slowed down, closed the open door, and then walked into her room.

In the room, the setting sun shines on the white sheets, and the lock on the drawer stays there quietly, containing memories that have been sleeping for thousands of years.

She picked up the black hairpin on the table, put one end of the hairpin into the lock and stirred it for a while, then pulled the lock hard, but the lock didn't move at all.

The hairpin didn't work, so she ran to the storage room to get the tool box, and used the hammer inside to hit the lock, making a "bang bang bang" sound in the room.

Half an hour passed, and she sat slumped on the chair, with the lock in front of her still intact.

Suddenly she heard the sound of the alarm clock, first softly. When she held her breath and listened carefully, she heard it more clearly. More than one alarm clock was ringing.

She got up and walked out of the room, following the sound and pushing open Edward's room. All the furniture in the room was covered with white dust cloth, and the sound came from behind a piano.

Lifting the cloth covering the piano, she got an alarm clock. There was also a note under the white keyboard. The handwriting on the note was very beautiful, "It's dinner time, pay attention to eating."

"Edward." She covered her mouth and choked out. He knew she would be lonely and uncomfortable, so did he use this method to cheer himself up again?

The noise in the room continued. At this time, she no longer felt sad about Edward disappearing or frustrated about not being able to open the lock. She concentrated on finding the second alarm clock.

The second alarm clock was found in the refrigerator in the kitchen. There were many preservation bowls in the refrigerator. She took out one at random. There was a salad in the bowl, and she could vaguely see sliced ​​strawberries and purple cabbage.

She took out a second one, which contained mashed potatoes and a note on top, "This may not taste good, after all, my cooking skills are really bad."

The alarm clock continued to ring, and she closed the refrigerator door. She no longer felt so sad in her heart, but felt satisfied with being cared about. She was like an adventurous child, looking forward to finding something later.

The third alarm clock was found in the bookcase. There was nothing there, no note, and the book had been read. She felt a little strange, and then looked at it again, and found a pile of discs at the bottom of the bookshelf.

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She randomly pulled out a disc, which was the first time she and Edward rented a disc to watch at home. Half a year later, she picked up the disc again.

The sound of the alarm clock had gradually dimmed, and only the last sound could be heard. She searched for it for a long time, and finally found it in a potted plant on the windowsill.

There was only a little bit of the sunset left, and the weak sunlight squeezed in through the window desperately, casting an inverted triangle of orange light on her fingers.

She dug out the alarm clock. There was a copper key on the hook of the alarm clock.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tremblingly took out her mobile phone and dialed Edward's number, "Hello, the number you dialed has been turned off."

"He's gone," she murmured in a low voice, holding the key and going up to the second floor.

The room was already in a mess. She pushed away everything on the table and solemnly inserted the key into the keyhole.

The notebook was lying quietly at the bottom of a pile of debris. She picked it up, turned on a small desk lamp, put her slender fingers on the cover, and fumbled for a while before opening it.

"The time to lose memory today is ten hours. Here I really want to thank Edward. He is the best friend in the world. It would be miserable without him. But when I recovered my memory, how urgent I was
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