Three years ago, she mysteriously disappeared on the eve of graduation. The police found nothing, the school kept quiet, and her family, devastated by grief, lost contact with her. Everyone thought she was dead, including me.
Until one late night, I saw her outside a convenience store. Wearing the familiar gray hoodie, she stood in front of a vending machine as if she had never left.
I called her name. She turned around, her eyes blank, and said, "You've got the wrong person."
Her face, voice, and habits were unchanged, but her identity, social records, and life history all pointed to another name: Jiang Yunong.
Even stranger, every memory of her began to "disappear" from the people around me, one by one.
Who is she, really?
Did the person I remember ever truly exist?
Or... am I also a "missing person" whose memories have been altered?
If you ever meet someone familiar who doesn't remember you, don't ask their name.
Because you may never have been meant to remember her at all.
