Ex-Boyfriend's [I Love You] Playback System

As soon as the pen tip touched the paper, suddenly - I froze. It was like an electric drill had been stuck in my mind, buzzing, and the picture in front of me began to distort and deform. The warm yellow light in the cafe turned into dazzling white light, and all the surrounding sounds disappeared, replaced by a voice that was all too familiar to me. Male voice. It's low, a little hoarse, and has that slimy quality that only comes when you're drunk. "Lin Nian, I love you."