Ding Yiyi turned around and walked towards the Chinese restaurant, feeling very guilty inside, and suddenly a figure followed her.

Edward was about one or two steps away from her, and he looked at her gently, "I haven't finished speaking yet. This camera is really important to me, so thank you."

"You're welcome." Ding Yiyi raised her smile and her figure was crisp.

After dinner, the night was getting dark. Ding Yiyi suddenly said, "I decided to leave tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Are you remembering?" Edward looked at her happily.

She shook her head, "No, and I don't plan to tell them anymore." She paused, her eyes full of bitterness. "If I was destined to not remember anyone, it would be a deeper hurt and pain for them. Instead of suffering all, I would be suffering myself."

"If you can't remember them in your whole life, then do you plan to never see them in your whole life?" Edward said.

She bit her lip and looked out the window, looking miserable, "I don't know how long a lifetime will happen."

Edward simply put out the fire and sat with her, and said for a long time, "Would you like to stay in the UK for a while?"

Seeing that she wanted to speak, he continued: "I will stay in the UK during this period, so I need someone to take care of my diet and daily life. I like China and I prefer Chinese food. Would you like staying here to be my personal chef?"

Ding Yiyi was stunned and subconsciously said, "But the dishes I cooked are very bad."

"It's just right for me." Edward smiled tenderly.

He started the car and asked politely, "So where do you want to go now?"

"Supermarket," Ding Yiyi smiled and said, "The chef can't cook without vegetables."

A week later

The room in the early morning was very quiet, and the rustling sound of pen writing on paper became the most wonderful music in the early morning.

"If you think of something today, just record it first, because I don't know if I will forget everything tomorrow, an hour, or even the next second."

A light sound came from outside the door. She listened with a slight ear and knew that Edward locked herself in the dark room for another day. She was a little uncomfortable with the light just after she came out.

She smiled and picked up the pen to continue writing, "Today I thought about when we got married. The weather was very good that day, the sea was blue, you were very handsome, I still remember that our wedding ring was lost, and when it was finally opened, it was a candy. Although it was good to use candy as a wedding ring, I don't know where the ring was thrown. Maybe it implies that we have no future."

She stopped the pen in her hand, got up and was about to close it, but after thinking about it, she sat down again, picked up the pen and continued to write: "I burned our home with my own hands that day, but then Xiao Shu came and he rescued me, but there was an accident in the plane."

The movement in her hand stopped, and then she closed her notebook and walked out the door.

The rib soup outside the door was steaming in the pot, and Edward sat at the window and selected photos in the refreshing morning breeze and gentle sunshine.

She quietly walked to the kitchen, put the cut corn into the pot and stirred it, then took out a little with a spoon and tasted it.

"Click." The flash sounded, and she turned around and saw Edward smiling at her gently.

She felt embarrassed and fiddled her fine hair behind her head, and smiled, "Would you take a photo like this?"

"It's beautiful." Edward said seriously.
Chapter completed!