Just when I was full of doubts and wanted to put my phone back on the table, Marvin’s Apple Pay account suddenly reminded me that there was a deposit information.
In a panic, I accidentally clicked it and this extremely unintentional action completely solved all my doubts.
It turned out that for so many years, the two of them had been chatting in the transfer interface of Apple Pay!
I was so shocked that I was sweating all over and I kept scrolling up the chat history with my eyes wide open.
Transfer 13140: [Fiona, Happy New Year! I haven’t seen you for nearly half a year. I miss you.]
Transfer 5200: [Fiona, did you eat cakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival? Do you remember the cakes we made together in school in the second year of high school? I made some more today and sent them to you, remember to check.]
I remembered that time.
Marvin, who never cooked, suddenly made cakes.
I just took a bite out of curiosity and he said coldly, “This is what the hospital requires for patients to eat.”
I pouted. “It’s not something precious, why do you care?”
Marvin sighed and coaxed me patiently, “Okay, I’ll make it for you alone in the future, okay?”