She said: Wrong, our acquaintance was a mistake from the beginning.
He replied: Then... Start from the beginning.
She remembered that the boy she liked had the nicest voice and the warmest hug.
But... Memories can be biased, and voices can be deceiving.
When the reality was before her eyes, she also began to be confused:
What I am obsessed with is the warmth in my memory or the soul living in that body.