Banana Courtyard in the Early Morning of Drizzle ‘SEE YOU MORNING’ 001 Rain moisten the banana leaves

I lost all my memories, am I still myself?
Li Haojun stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, gazing at the courtyard. His face was faintly reflected in the glass, his eyes deep and focused.
The light rain that had fallen since early morning had moistened every corner of the small courtyard. The dark blue brick walls, the banana tree dripping rain at the corner, the moss sprouting on the soil—everything was soaked by the early morning drizzle. The clear rainwater slowly flowed past the floor-to-ceiling window, wetting the blue bricks on the ground, while the entire glass pane was veiled by the gray, rainy sky. Through the glass, Li Haojun's figure could be vaguely seen standing by the window.
The door to the inner room opened, and Qin Wenjing walked out. Li Haojun saw her in the reflection of the glass, wearing a dark green silk camisole nightgown, just like the banana leaves in this morning's rain, and the stark contrast only accentuated her fair skin.
Li Haojun turned around and greeted her, without making further eye contact.
"Did you sleep well last night?" Qin Wenjing asked, running her hands through her hair and tying it into a simple ponytail.
Li Haojun could only smile bitterly. "I don't even remember what 'well' feels like anymore."
Qin Wenjing just pressed her lips into a smile, turned and walked away, saying, "Wait a minute, I'll make some breakfast." Li Haojun had intended to follow her to help out, but looking at Qin Wenjing's back—her fair shoulders and graceful waist—he felt a little awkward. So he turned aside to the dining room next to the kitchen, silently set the table and chairs, and sat down to wait.
The upper part of the partition between the dining room and the kitchen was decorated with hollowed-out wooden patterns, some of which Qin Wenjing had made use of to place wine bottles lying flat, tea canisters, and various seasonings. It was clear that she had lived in this house for quite some time. Li Haojun scanned these details of the room, trying to find traces of his past memories, but what caught his eye was still Qin Wenjing's busy back—the rise and fall of her camisole straps, the softness and sheen of the silk, the ponytail swaying with her movements, sometimes resting on her shoulder, sometimes covering her cheek, sometimes tugged when she turned her head... Her hazy figure through the partition was as vague as his memories of her.
In no time, Qin Wenjing placed a plate of hamburgers with beef and butter in front of Li Haojun. She then turned back and brought herself a bowl of oatmeal porridge, a fried egg, and a glass of milk.
"Thank you," Li Haojun said when Qin Wenjing sat down.
"Eat up, don't be polite." Qin Wenjing tucked the hem of her nightgown and sat down opposite him. The dining table was not large. Although the hamburger tasted good, the aroma of milk also drifted into Li Haojun's nose, making him glance involuntarily at the food across from him.
Qin Wenjing gently stirred the porridge with a spoon—it was still a little hot—and said softly, "You can't drink milk in the morning, you're lactose intolerant," then looked calmly into Li Haojun's eyes.
"Thank you for taking care of me all this time." What else could he say? His memories had only begun here. "I..."
"Don't be so polite." The corner of Qin Wenjing's mouth twitched slightly, as if about to smile, but then the smile froze. She lowered her eyes to the spoon she was stirring,
"We're just in a relationship, we're not married."
"But with me like this, you..."
"Don't say that. Actually, you've done a lot for me before..." As she spoke, Qin Wenjing looked into Li Haojun's eyes again,
"Once you met a girl at the market. She was exactly your type—oval face, fair skin, a melancholy and quiet expression, natural-looking eye makeup, and a slim figure. You passed her by, but you turned around wanting to take one more look at her back, because you thought she was a decent woman. Unexpectedly, she also turned around after walking a few steps, looking hesitant. But you left resolutely..."
"So everything I'm doing now, I'm doing willingly..."
Li Haojun didn't know what to say, so he gently took her left hand, which was resting on the table, into his palm. Her fingers were a little cold.
After a while, Qin Wenjing gently pulled her hand away,
"Eat up. We have some things to take care of outside today, you're coming with me."