"Who do you think it was?" Lin Hai sat on the sofa in her shop, crossing his legs and laughing at her. "Have you imagined Lin Zhou so intensely that you're hallucinating? You can actually sing this kind of song?"
"What's wrong with this kind of song? Can't it be played? I actually want a piano, you help me move it here!"
She smiled ingratiatingly, and Lin Hai twitched his lips.
"Did you know Lin Zhou is coming back?" he asked.
"I know."
"When is he coming back?"
"I don't know."
"Don't you have his phone number? He didn't tell you?"
He really didn't tell her.
Lin Zhou woke up three months ago.
She visited three times this year, the last time was before Lin Zhou woke up.
After waking up, Zhou Ruilian said Lin Zhou's memory was inconsistent, and the doctor advised not to let him think too much for now.
Because of this, they hadn't met again.
This time when he's returning, Lin Zhou said on the phone that he wants to surprise her, so he didn't specify a clear time.
