The Back of the Dream: I Remember the Deleted Person

There is one less person in the class. No one was surprised, and no one asked. She shouldn't have been there in the first place. But Chen Zhou remembered. He remembered the seat in the last row by the window, the notebook with his name scratched out, and the unnatural blank space on the photo. I also remember that after falling asleep again and again, I fell into another place. There, names will be crossed out, rules rewritten, and traces more stubborn than memories. And all the forgotten things are still in the darkness, quietly waiting to be seen again.