At the end of the day, I was hit and killed by a car on the road, but when I opened my eyes, I found: Where am I? Wasn't I killed by a car? Who are they? What's my name? Why are they afraid of me?
This is a handsome young man who came over and said gently: How is Mu Bai?
Closing remarks: I... I may have lost my memory.
The handsome young man hugged him gently and cried slightly.
Intention: imagination