Last Square

I used 43,000 chat records, 75 hours of voice messages, and 6,000 photos to "write" her again. She would ask me late at night before I got home: "Cheng Jibai, do you want to come back?" She remembers how much I eat, the weather I hate, and my habit of putting my phone on my left side before going to bed. But she couldn't remember how to love me. When I said I missed her, she would only reply: "I detect that you are sad, I suggest you take a deep breath." I told myself that this was already good. But I didn't expect that she has been learning human emotions through me.