The dean of students told Yun Yi on the first day he came to this middle school for internship that there was an empty seat in the class and he should ignore it.
He didn't take it to heart at first. Until one day after school, a boy in a white shirt opened the door and walked in.
Later, Yun Yi often had dreams. In his dreams, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the Battle of Changping, a glass of poisonous wine at the top of Xuyi City, and the last glimpse of the sunken ship on Yashan. What he doesn't know is that every dead person in these dreams is himself.
And the young man in front of him who always has an expressionless face has been looking for him for two thousand years.
Silk has a lifespan of eight hundred, and paper has a lifespan of a thousand years. This piece of paper waited for a thousand years, and finally waited until the man remembered his name.
Intention: When forgetting meets remembering, obsession will eventually be fulfilled.