You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

She had once changed the password in a fit of anger. But again, because she could not always remember the new password and found it inconvenient, she changed it back.

"Joyce, why do I know the password to your apartment? What does the number mean?" Luther looked around the room. Inside the decoration was simple and refreshing, neat and clean. Although there was not much furniture, it felt warm all over.

"The password is my birthday.” Joyce replied, "Please hurry up, this is my personal space."

Luther paced in, struggling to look for parts of his broken memories. When he got into this room, he felt it both strange and familiar. Why exactly?

"What's the hurry? Not even a cup of tea? Is this your way of hospitality?"

Joyce rolled her eyes, turned, and walked into the kitchen and made him a cup of green tea. She raised her voice towards the outside of the kitchen and shouted, “There's no tea, only tea bags, you'll just have to drink it!"

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He saw with a sharp eye that in the otherwise clean trash can there were nothing but some brand new toothbrushes and toothpaste, razors as well as shaving cream.

would she keep such things

bending down to pick up

purchased for him into the trash in a fit of anger.

you have them in your apartment?" Luther questioned unhappily. These things were still brand-name, only available in specialty stores, and he

her hand and snatched the trash can

nothing to do with you, and it's none of your business. Drink your tea and

living together?" Immediately he shook his head. If she was living with Justin, Justin would not have

"Nope. Don't talk nonsense."

Joyce denied it.

a peculiar feeling. Since they were all brands he usually used, did she buy them for him to use?

to live here?" He

times, embarrassed to avoid his