"Xiao Feng, do you know what the flower language of forget-me-not is?"
"It's... What?"
"Yes, eternal love, strong friendship, eternal memories, please miss me."
"Then... Please let me be your forever memory!"
The young man's smile illuminated his heart and soul, and his smile was engraved in his mind forever.
"Xiao Feng, in my mind, you are already dead... Ah."
Intention: Memories