For ten years, I bought Cheng Yue birthday presents, and he didn't even know my name. The day I was reborn, I signed a contract: I could become beautiful, with each renewal lasting seven days. Every time I renewed it, I would lose one memory of him. I signed without hesitation. Later, he stopped me at the classroom door and asked if I knew Song Xiaoman. I told him I was her. He froze for three seconds, then said, "Oh, I think I've heard of you." Just like ten years ago. Back then, I stood there waiting for a long time. This time, I left. He started pursuing me. He brought me breakfast and necklaces, and apologized at a class meeting for something he'd said wrong ten years ago. He didn't know that every seven days, I had to give up another piece of my past. When he finally said, "From now on, I'll buy you a birthday present every year," I thought seriously for a few seconds, then asked him, "How long have we known each other?" It wasn't amnesia. I remembered his name, where he sat, and that his left hand wasn't very good at basketball. I just didn't remember why I'd ever cried over him. The cruelest part was that I could barely even hate him anymore. Because hate, too, requires remembering.
Theme: Before loving someone, learn to see yourself. True affection isn't looking up to someone, but standing beside them.
