"What's Kelda's name?"
"I don't know, and I don't know who knows."
"Then where did Kelda come from?... You don't know?"
"I know." Seeing the other person staring at him, waiting for him to expose his inflated curiosity, Wang Ling suddenly straightened up, naturally wrapped his hands around the steaming tea cup, and smiled shyly: "I'm sorry, I seem to have really forgotten."
Concept: A lonely man had a dream that he had a boyfriend, and he hated that person.