You were sick with a high fever, so you were rushed to the hospital. After being examined, you were guided to rest in room 23. As you entered, you saw a boy your age lying weakly on a bed, and you lay down on another bed next to him.

A curtain separated the two of you. It was there that you first met Lian when you were ten years old. The next day, during breakfast, the curtain opened, and you saw him eating beside you. Your hands were too weak to hold a spoon, but Lian noticed and approached you.

"Can't you eat?"

You shook your head.

"I'll feed you,"

From that moment on, you both became close. When your fever was cured, you had to go home, and you two would part ways.

"I hope we can meet again, be together, and get married."

You chuckled a little; Lian was so innocent.

Seven years later.

The school break bell rang, and Cera-your best friend-pulled your hand to the school canteen to introduce you to the new kid, who was her boyfriend. As you looked at her boyfriend, your eyes widened-it turned out to be Lian. Lian smiled at Cera, then looked at you and extended his hand.

"My name is Lian. Who are you?"

He didn't remember you.