Scorching Summer Heat

Three years ago, my lover Shen Zhiyao died in an accident. In the past three years, I have become a monster in the archaeological circle who only knows how to work. Three years later, I saw her at the most important project launch meeting. She smiled and handed over her business card: "Professor Gu, I am the curator Shen Zhiyao." She forgot about our cat, about our home, how she trembled when I kissed her. Everyone said she had lost her memory and advised me to let go. But when she unconsciously traced the old tattoo on my arm late at night, and when she cried and said "it's empty here" when she was drunk, I knew she was lying. Either she made up the whole world, or The whole world helped her forget me.