I thought I wouldn't think of that person anymore, I would just bury him in the dusty depths of my memory, and I wouldn't think about him anymore.
But I don't feel the warmth anymore.
——A Tong, can ghosts cry?
——A Tong, you lied to me again
——A Tong, are you interested?
——A Tong, am I the only one who sees you?
Ah Tong.
Look, I'm not going to lie to you.
Conception: