In Class 5 of Grade 3, Lin Wan was always an inconspicuous one. She is like a desk placed in a classroom, an accessory to the classroom.
Years later, when the girl was recalled at the class party, most people only remembered the accident.
"Doesn't she talk a lot?" "It seems her grades are average?" "She looks... Well, I remember she was quite short."
A few people can have a vague impression.
Only Xin Zheng clearly remembers everything about that girl.
Including her wet and empty eyes that were slowly fished out of the river within the surrounding cordon.
The police shouted loudly to disperse the crowd, but the people around them crowded in more and more noisily. Everyone held their mobile phones high, feeling excited, scared, and disgusted with the scene. The clicking sound of their mobile phones taking pictures was endless.
Xin Zheng looked at her deeply. They could only see this lifeless body, but not her.
Note: There is a little bit of ghosts, very little, but not scary, or the focus is not there.