To fulfill the last wish of his first love, who was terminally ill, Yan Hengzhi went to Paris with her and held a wedding. My son, Yan Lele, was thrilled to be the ring bearer. Afterward, Yan Hengzhi secretly tried to make me forget the whole thing with electroconvulsive therapy. But my memory was damaged, and I forgot him and our son forever. When I woke up again, I insisted I was a college student and clung to my first love, refusing to let go.1 When I opened my eyes again, the pure white ceiling seemed to radiate an unreal chill, and my senses slowly returned. I looked to the side, and my
