Memory is a thing with a strong color of self-deception. You keep saying that you have forgotten it, but when you turn around, you can find the shadow of the past on a certain object. It is like opening a certain gate. Those emotions that have always been painless and stuck in the heart surge up in an instant, colliding and tearing in the body. Some find an outlet and rush to flow out of the eyes. Some are like demons, continuing to lurk in the body, waiting for the next more intense touch, until the body is completely destroyed, until death.
"How ridiculous, Jin Shengxuan, after all these years, I still can't help but miss you when I see you again."