Five years ago, I fell from a height and knocked down a very handsome man with a book in his arms. I knelt down and pinched his nose, and there was a pool of blood. He looked at my legs in horror. In four years, from space to Weibo, I received tens of thousands of timid and covert messages. Seven months ago, I changed my ID and it was beyond recognition, and then... He didn't know who I was anymore. Then... I left with me.