Rediscovered Hope

Later, he chatted with me again and asked me to convey his regards to his wife's son's family in China.

I felt confused and dazed.

As I was leaving, the little girl suddenly pulled out a bunch of cards from a pile of books and handed them to me.

"Sister, could you please take these to my brother when you go back?"

Brother?

I picked up the cards, and they had portraits of several people on them, including what appeared to be a young boy.

I was puzzled.

The host explained, "My wife had amnesia for a long time after she came to the UK. I didn't even know she had a son in China. She had been receiving treatment.

"Last year, she suddenly remembered some things and drew these cards, telling me she had a son in China who looked like this. On the day she had an accident, she called me and said she had remembered everything and had booked a flight to China to find her son. Unfortunately, I was at work, and she drove to the airport herself and got into a car accident."

I was even more shocked after hearing this.

After a while, I finally asked him, "Why don't you give these to her son?"

"I didn't have the chance. He and his father came to take the ashes and left without saying a word.

"They blame me, I suppose, for not taking good care of her."

...

Later, I left.

Holding a pile of cards, I imagined the emotions Zhou Juan's mother must have felt when she drew these pictures, and how she must have rushed to the airport in a hurry...

His mother had really forgotten him.

But her love for him had not diminished.

If his mother had not lost her memory, she would not have stayed away from him for so long, and he would not have been heartbroken and desperate because of missing her.

Thinking of all this, I felt restless.

I didn't even go back to my place of stay.

I booked a ticket to go back to China directly.

I couldn't wait for another moment.

I boarded a flight back to China in the middle of the night, looking at the cards and thinking about Zhou Juan, crying uncontrollably.

How heartbroken and painful he would be if he found out about all this.

But if I didn't tell him, he would be sad for the rest of his life, and he would never know how much his mother had loved him.

I cried until my eyes were swollen, but I didn't care. I ran back to school directly.

I met a lot of people on the way, looking at me like I was a monster.

But none of that mattered.

His classmates told me that Zhou Juan was interning at his father's company and wasn't at school anymore.

So I took a taxi to his company.

When I arrived, it was just after work, and I stood at the entrance of the lobby, looking around in the sea of people, but I still couldn't see him.

I felt anxious, and didn't know what to do. I was afraid of missing him.

When almost everyone had left, I was preparing to dejectedly approach the security personnel to ask for help. But as I turned around, I bumped into someone.

"Looking for me?" his voice came from above, and I was immediately stunned.

"Zhou Juan." I called out to him, looking around. I wondered why I couldn't see him anywhere, but he was actually standing behind me.

"Still so clueless, I've been standing behind you for half an hour." He looked at me with a smile.

As I looked up, I noticed that he had cut his hair short, and his sharpness was hidden inside a black suit. There was no trace of the Zhou Juan I knew.

Upon seeing him, my tears immediately started to flow.

"Are you stupid? Crying when you see me, it's so ugly." He wiped my face with his hand.

"Zhou Juan..." I realized that I couldn't say anything more at this moment.

"I'm here." He stared at me, tilted his head back, and when he lowered his head, his eyes were also red. "Let's go."

He didn't ask me why I came to find him, he didn't ask anything at all. He just took my hand and led me to the garage.

Without a word, he put me in the car, fastened my seat belt, and drove off.