This story is about a broken young woman from a poor family who is addicted to the internet and falls in love with a game. While playing, she encounters two men, and an emotional entanglement follows. Unbeknownst to her, the men do not actually know her at all. It is all in her imagination. She sinks deep into a confused obsession, and her real life falls apart. The feelings that had troubled her for so long turn out to be nothing more than passing figures in this world.
"So you two never noticed me, and you even forgot about me. But my love was real. I loved for seven years, then transferred my obsession and spent another three years on it. When I finally looked back, there was nothing."
Years later, when we got in touch again, he simply said he didn't know "me." Someone once asked what those two men meant to me, which one had replaced the passerby of my youth, and which one mattered most in the comparisons I made amid the dust of this world. I thought about it for a long time. It was the moonlight, gentle and distant, or the moon in the mist. But after another three years, I couldn't wait for the "seven-year itch" anymore. Please let me forget you in just three years.
A strange passerby, an unfamiliar passerby, even the passerby in my own heart.
Strangers, the road home, let me wait until the causes and consequences of this life are clear. I only want peace of mind for the life ahead, so I can completely forget those years and never be trapped in that time, that past, again.
