Forgetting Is More Painful Than Loving

I once loved a girl. She was the belle of our school. She was very beautiful and many boys chased her. She hated boys smoking. One time she caught me smoking in the school's canteen. From then on, she considered me a bad boy and never paid attention to me again. From that day on, her words completely changed my life. Maybe it's fate, maybe it's God's mischief, there is always a chance that we both miss. Because of a serious illness, she lost her memory, and all the memories washed away like rain, but I still insisted on guarding her until I grew old. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.