Since that time, he lost you. Jing yuan had started writing letters dedicated to you. He wrote normally, just like how he would talk to you. He had done it as a coping mechanism to fill that empty void.

As time goes by, he's still sitting on his desk with a pen and paper, but the only difference is that the usually filled paper was blank. There was nothing else to write anymore.

As he had forgotten your voice, your face, your personality. He had forgotten the person he once loved.