Late at Night, She Couldn't Help It

I was frantically looking for her, and at the same time I was worried that something might happen to her. However, everyone who knew her (mainly our colleagues) kept silent about her. I originally thought this was because the mission level was too confidential and no one wanted to talk more about it, but later I discovered that was not entirely the case. It seemed that her traces in the world were being erased bit by bit by some unknown force. A few hours later, there were even people who clearly knew her but could not remember her coming. This did not seem like a lie. And I gradually fell into a trance. A day later, sometimes I even doubted myself whether I really knew Lin Lin or if it was just my own imagination. Her appearance is blurred in my memory, the photos on her phone are strangely damaged and cannot be opened, and the details of her relationship with me are as blurry as a dream. So much so that I have to keep revisiting the places where we have left deep memories, a certain archives where we lived, a barbecue stall where we often visited, a community where we first met, and a bridge where the gangsters were caught. Otherwise it is not enough for her to remain in my heart forever.