When the opportunity came, she chose London at the end of the nineteenth century without hesitation.
After persistent pursuit, she finally became Mr. Holmes's assistant.
"Sir..."
"Don't come." Holmes glanced at her disdainfully.
"You will be in danger if you follow me." He advised kindly.
"Are you worried about me?"
Holmes was helpless, "Just take care of yourself, miss."
As time passed, her appearance began to age and her memory began to fade.
However, she still clearly remembers those years of obsession and that grand encounter.
Before you were born, I was born, but before I was born, you were already dead.
This article is written to Mr. Holmes to commemorate my lost three years of junior high school.