Mrs. Santos: “Layla, I can be regarded as watching you grow up. You are very sensible and obedient. This accident was due to your bad luck, and it was not your intention. I don’t blame you. There is no need to apologize to me anymore. You stay and eat, and I will cook.”
Layla: “Let me help you!”
Mrs. Santos: “No. Your uncle will help me. You rest here. Only a few days had passed since your hospital discharge. You’ve not fully recovered.”
“I’ve recovered. Otherwise, my parents wouldn’t let me go out of the hospital.” Layla replied.
“It’s good… If you are like Eric, I will be even more sad.” Mrs. Santos looked at Layla’s face and said, her heart was completely untied, “Why don’t you watch TV for a while!”
Layla didn’t want to watch TV. So she asked: “Auntie, can I go to Eric’s room for a while?”
“Go!” Mrs. Santos replied.
Eric brought Layla to play before, and Layla knew which room Eric was in.
Apart from Mrs. Santos, Layla was the only one who had entered Eric’s room.
Eric hardly ever invited people of the opposite s-e-x over to the house.
Because he owned real estate outside, he usually invited friends to play at home, all of which were outside his real estate.
Those who could be brought back to their parents’ house had a particularly good relationship.
After Mr. Santos and Mrs. Santos went to the kitchen, Layla walked towards Eric’s room.
Every one or two months, Eric would return for a brief visit. However, it was very clean inside because his room was cleaned almost daily.
Layla pushed open the door and saw that the furnishings inside were almost the same as those she had seen a long time ago.
Wasn’t there a display cabinet in Layla’s room? Her display cabinet was constructed in accordance with Eric’s room’s display cabinet.
There were several display cabinets in Eric’s room, which were filled with various trophies, which were very spectacular at first glance.
These were all Eric’s hard work over the years.
Only he himself knew how much bitterness and blood and sweat he had experienced.
Layla walked to the display cabinet and looked at each trophy carefully.
After reading all the trophies, she walked to the desk by the window.
There was a bookshelf above the desk.
She looked up at the bookshelves, which were mostly magazines.
A large part of them were magazines he had photographed before.
There were also some books given to him by others.
Layla was a little tired from standing, so she sat down in the chair.
There was a laptop and an ipad on the desk.
This iPad was a bit dated, in stark contrast to the newest laptop next to it.
Layla felt that the iPad looked familiar, so she picked it up.
She pressed the power button, unexpectedly, it turned on the screen directly.
The iPad didn’t even have a security passcode set up.
She turned on the iPad, looked at the modern interface, and felt that it was an electronic product left over from many years ago.
She casually clicked on the photo album, unexpectedly, she saw her own photo.
She turned over the photos one by one, her face getting redder.
Because these photos were taken by herself with her ipad. There was even a group photo of her forcing Eric to take a selfie together.
After flipping through the photos, she saw the video in it… and the protagonist of the video in it was also her.
Familiar memories suddenly flooded into her mind.
Her singing, dancing and other talents were basically taught by Eric from professional teachers.