My Alzheimer's disease is getting worse.

I will forget what I need to do and even forget people.

It took me half a day to remember who Zhou Fan Sheng was that morning. When I hurriedly called Zhou Fan Sheng, I only heard the sound of the phone being turned off on the other end.

I rushed to his house as quickly as possible and knocked on the door for a long time.

In the end, I had no choice but to try entering the password tentatively, and the next second the door opened.

It turned out to be her birthday.

Before I had time to think too much, I saw Zhou Fan Sheng lying on the sofa at a glance. His face had an unnatural flush, and his breath was so hot it was terrifying.

I called out to him many times, but he didn't respond.

It wasn't until I pushed his shoulder that he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were foggy and fragile, as if they had been soaked in water.

His voice was hoarse and tentative, "Zhou... Fan Rou, is it you?"

I couldn't stand his gaze at this moment and instinctively wanted to step back, but he grabbed my sleeve.

"Don't go, Fan Rou, I beg you."

Zhou Fan Sheng's voice was filled with sadness, and his bony hand held onto me with great strength.

I had to exert a lot of strength to keep myself from breaking down. I approached him cautiously and covered his eyes with both hands.

"Sleep, brother. I won't leave, and you don't have to blame yourself anymore."

"Okay."

Zhou Fan Sheng's eyelashes lightly brushed against my palm, and the next moment, I felt wetness—it was his tears.

I forgot how that day passed, I only knew that after Zhou Fan Sheng's fever subsided, I gazed at his sleeping face and fell into contemplation.

I remembered the past, our past.

I would say that I wanted to eat pomegranates, and Zhou Fan Sheng would go and pick them for me overnight, placing them outside my window the next morning.

He said he would fulfill all my wishes.

He said he was my Doraemon.