A few months ago, my friend, who was my best friend since college, had an accident. He left nothing behind... I thought about it and found it strange. On the request of my friend's wife (who is also a good friend from my college days), I went to several cities where he had stayed and got in touch with people who had dealt with him. Recently, I returned to this city and gave my friend's wife an explanation...
The whole process lasted more than three months. I saw different sides of my friends of more than ten years, and I was constantly moved. Today, I made a quite bold decision. I decided to write about this incident. I think touching things can resonate and need to be remembered.
In order to protect the privacy of my friend and his wife from being leaked, I can only write it in a novel-like style. I am writing while reminiscing. Please forgive me.