Seven years ago, someone walked with her step by step under the ginkgo tree on Zhaoshan Road.
Seven years later, she forgot his name, his face, and the smell of gardenia on his body.
But he's still there.
Hand her a towel in the car on a rainy night, sit in the empty seat next to her at the wedding, let her lift the brim of her hat in the sunset at the alley.
He remembered that she had changed the flavor - from gardenia to freesia, and he had changed them all.
She doesn't remember him.
But she still remembers her tears.
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Intention: Forgetting is an insult to oneself, and forgetting is a torture to others.