Ever since I was hospitalized eight years ago, I've always felt as if I'd forgotten a lot of things, including why I was in the hospital in the first place. But lately, I seem to be gradually remembering some of them, and a name has come to mind: Ying Sheng. While tidying the attic one day, I happened to find a photograph, yellowed with age. I was wearing my school uniform in it, but there was something strange about the picture. It was clearly a group photo, yet I was the only one in it. There were also some blurred words on the back, just barely legible. Who was he? I couldn't remember at all.
One day, on my way home, a light rain began to fall. I hadn't brought an umbrella and was about to run home when someone suddenly held one over my head. I looked up and saw him. I didn't know him, but a name slipped out before I could stop myself: Ying Sheng. I didn't know why I called him that. The moment I saw him, my head hurt terribly, but I also remembered everything that had happened.
