Yellowed old photos were thrown haphazardly in the corner, collecting dust. The corner of the photo has wrinkles of time, as if the little witch's unlearned spell has failed, unable to make it younger and unable to retain those memories.
"It doesn't matter. Time will remember it for us. Even if we forget." An Chuchu still smiled softly.
Time will remember for us the boy Xia Zhi who once said goodbye to An Chuchu and Lin Hannai every afternoon. He will remember for us the An Chuchu who said to Lin Hannai every morning about the summer solstice, I am going to leave you two. It will also remember for us Lin Hannai who was so ugly but had the honor to follow An Chuchu and Xia Zhi every day.
Even if we all forget.
Why are you crying? Are we alone not enough?