There is a saying that there are three stages of human death. One is physical death when stopping breathing, one is social thinking when holding a funeral, and the last one is when the last person in the world who remembers you dies, you are really dead. Jiang Zhou didn't take it seriously before, until later he met Gu Jin, the only person in the world who still remembered him until he died.
It won't be long, just a short bedtime story inspired by my thoughts.
Intention: Even if I know the cruelty of life, I still believe that someone has been loving me silently