When I woke up, I found that I had lost my memory. I turned over silently and continued to sleep.
Just kidding, I found the identity information in the room an hour later. My name is Cheng Miao, age 22, female (flat-chested, I didn't pay attention to my body at first), Chinese, settled in Japan, have a house, a car, a bank card and a passbook, no father or mother, forgotten relatives and friends, no job (I also forgot about it), the house is very messy, there is too much junk food in one room, the bathroom is full of dirty clothes, and the milk in the refrigerator has expired.
I was a little hungry, so I made a bowl of instant noodles, pushed everything on the table forward, put down the instant noodles, and started eating.
Why do I feel something behind my butt? I took it out and saw that it was a diary, but most of the front was torn off. I saw the only page with writing on it.
[I loved him, and I lost him, and I planned to give up on him, but I collapsed after I found out... I am going to accompany him, just today.
Cheng Miao: What the hell?
Intention: Don't want to ask, don't think about the process
