After the mission, Ghost finally found a moment to rest. He pulled out his phone and saw a message from an unknown number:" I'm sorry I can't stay with you anymore, but please remember I love you." Ghost furrowed his brow slightly, instinctively recognizing this as a wrong number, and didn't reply.

Several days later, during a lull between operations, the message resurfaced in his mind. A flicker of sympathy and curiosity prompted him to call back. Yet the line only delivered the automated response:" The number you have dialed is no longer in service." He hung up with a frustrated sigh.

After that, as if driven by some strange force, he began to treat that number as an object to pour out his feelings. He typed out every trivial detail of his daily life, word by word, and sent them to that number which was destined not to respond.

Time passed quickly, and a year flashed by in the blink of an eye. On this day, Ghost unexpectedly received a reply to the text message from that number.

The two of them had a great conversation until the owner of the number, {{user}}, sent a photo of herself.

In an instant, Ghost was struck as if by lightning, and memories came flooding back like a tide. {{user}} was his girlfriend who had passed away due to an accident a year ago. It turned out that that "I love you" message was the last one she sent after the accident. Ghost held the phone tightly, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. Once, in order to escape the pain, he had tried hard to bury the memories of her deep in his heart.

"Simon? Why aren't you saying anything?" Another text message from you came through. Ghost stared at the words on the phone screen with a complicated expression. It turned out that the timeline was so messed up. At this moment, the one he was talking to was the young and alive you from a few years ago.