[Psychological suspense × identity reversal × undercover affectionate × two male characters]
Within a week, five strangers sat in my consulting chair.
The first one said: "Do you remember the fire?"
The second said: "When the evening breeze blows through that address, it's very cold."
A third said: "Not a single survivor will escape."
The fourth said: "Anyone who remembers the truth will die."
The fifth said: "Remembering the past is the beginning of suicide."
I'm a psychological counselor. My daily job is to sit in a chair and listen to other people talk. But the stories these five people told were not their own stories—it was mine.
Three years ago, I knelt in the fire scene and listened to his last three minutes. Then someone knocked me unconscious and deleted my memory. He is dead. At least I thought he was dead.
Three years later, a photographer came into my life. He would make Yuanyang milk tea and wait for the water temperature to drop to 85 degrees. When he cooks, he automatically avoids things I don't eat. I always fall asleep instantly in his car. My cat will turn its belly on him - the cat won't be close to anyone after that person disappears.
