"You said, when you forget someone, what is the first thing you forget?" Jiang Wanyi said, looking at the sunset by the window. The woman opposite paused, "I don't know, maybe it's the politeness, or maybe... The voice." After receiving Xie Ling's answer, Jiang Wanyi fell silent. In the silence, he suddenly turned to look at Xie Ling, her shadow reflected in his dark pupils, but with an inexplicable determination, a desperate determination,
"I almost forgot about him."
Intention: The feelings between close friends will eventually return to dust.