Soft centipede braids, a lotus green wide sweater, a white shirt with a floral collar, light-colored slim jeans, and a pair of flat shoes, simple and clear. There is also a SLR camera hanging around his neck. The whole person looks a little brighter and a lot thinner.
This is the first time he has seen Mu Tingwan in three years. Is he as bright as ever?
Seemingly, but not.
Wanwan. Just his Mu Tingwan.
It's close now, but not real.
She was taking pictures of the white pigeons flying in the square and the surrounding buildings. He walked into her field of vision firmly and coldly. "Click", it was the figure of a man. I felt a little annoyed inside, but I was suppressed inexplicably.
Turn around and leave as if nothing happened.
"Mu Tingwan."
Looking back, it is a world of prosperity.
"Sir?"
"It's late, isn't it?"
"My name is Zhao Tingwan, not Mu Tingwan."
Play amnesia?