I woke up from a two-month coma with amnesia.
There was only one girl next to the bed, and she said she was my sister.
She fed me porridge, which was so salty and bitter, but she looked at me expectantly.
She said my room had been burned in the crematorium.
She said she was my only support.
I believed it.
Until that day, I saw a photo under her pillow——
A photo of five girls.
There is no her in it.
Intention: They spend their lives teaching him love, and he spends the rest of his life remembering them.