Li Lijun: "Who are you?"
Zhang Xiaoyu: "Dear, why is your memory so bad? Have you forgotten that you asked me yesterday morning?"
Li Lijun: "Then why are you on my bed?"
Zhang Xiaoyu: "Dear, you already asked this question last night."
Li Lijun: "... Is there any question I haven't asked?"
Zhang Xiaoyu: "..."
In short, this is a warm little story about forgetting and memory in a war-torn era.