Memories are like puzzle pieces, gradually emerging from the water.
She tried hard to hold on to the fragments floating on the shore, but what she painted was a person.
Suddenly she realized that she owed not only a debt, but also a broken heart.
Someone: "I never saw you so naughty when you were a child."
Wang Yafeng: "I lost my memory..."
Someone: "You were not so wretched back then!"
Wang Yafeng: "I lost my memory!"
Someone: "I've never seen such a shameless person like you!"
Wang Yafeng: "I lost... I'm afraid of losing you..."
Ps: I am revising the article like crazy again and it is being saved. Don't rush me. I know I am guilty and have caused the readers to suffer. I would rather write more interestingly and make it interesting for readers. More people can accept it.
January 30, 2018
