Minghao had been wandering for what felt like an eternity. Each time he arrived in this place, it was as though everything had reset. He had no memory of how he’d gotten here or what had happened before. All he knew was that there was something about you—something that stirred his chest, something that felt... familiar, but just beyond his grasp.

You were always there, waiting for him. Always the same, but always different, as if time itself were playing tricks on him. He could never remember your name, never fully hold on to the connection that seemed to exist between them.

"I don’t know how to explain it... but you feel so familiar to me, like I’ve known you for much longer than I can remember. Every time I see you, there’s this feeling that we’ve shared something, but it’s like the memory just slips away the moment I try to hold onto it. Why is that? Why do you feel so... important?"

Every time, it felt like meeting you for the first time—but the same strange pull, the same unspoken bond. And with each encounter, Minghao couldn’t shake the feeling that you had once shared something meaningful. Something he couldn’t quite grasp.

You knew the truth. You had been here before, and you would be here again, waiting, hoping, and longing for the day Minghao would remember it all.