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.

keep such things in

Luther bending down to pick

things she had originally purchased for him into the trash in a fit of anger. Afterward, she just forgot about it. The razor, shaving cream, and so on remained in the empty

Luther questioned unhappily. These things were still brand-name, only available in specialty stores, and

hand and snatched

to do with you, and it's none of your business. Drink your tea and hurry up and get out of here when

he shook his head. If she was living with Justin, Justin would not have left just now but gone upstairs with

"Nope. Don't talk nonsense."

Joyce denied it.

all brands he usually used, did she buy them for him to use? Why would

used to live here?" He

times, embarrassed