No one could answer Song Qingrong.
Even I couldn't answer that.
Logically, since my memories have been erased, all traces of me should have disappeared from this world as well, but they haven't.
At first, I didn't think too much about it when I was at Sunshine Park. But now that I think about it, considering that my grave still exists in this world, the only thing that has disappeared from this world is the me in my memories.
And my traces...
It still exists.
I couldn't help but recall its last words.
The past remains unchanged.
Is that what you mean?
"is that so?"
I asked myself, but after a while there was no answer. It seemed to have disappeared after I paid the price and agreed to be forgotten by this world.
I sighed and looked at Song Qingrong, who was still standing in front of my memorial tablet, seemingly lost in thought. At this moment, Song's mother had already put the things down and came over with a puzzled look, saying, "Mom doesn't know either."
"What exactly is going on?"
"Could it be that someone played a prank while we were away?"
"Should we call the police?"
Song's mother looked worried. "If this is really a prank, then it's no small matter!"
Song Qingrong was silent for a moment, then shook her head. "Mom, I don't think this is a prank."
"But I can't explain why."
"Let's leave it at that for now..."
"Let me think about it."
"Okay, fine." Song's mother hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "But I won't be going back for the next few days; I'll stay here with you."
"It's safer in case anything really happens."
"good!"
Song Qingrong responded and went back to her room. I didn't want to follow her, but for some reason, I found that the distance between us had become even shorter.
Once we're beyond a certain distance, I'll uncontrollably move closer to her.
I have no choice in the matter.
It was as if I had truly become her shadow.
When I entered the room, Song Qingrong was sitting at her desk, which startled me for a moment. But upon reflection, I realized that writing in her diary was Song Qingrong's habit, and it was impossible for me to have forgotten it just because she had.
That guy probably wasn't that powerful, otherwise there wouldn't have been so many traces of me left behind.
However, at this moment I noticed that Song Qingrong's body seemed to tremble. I went over to take a look and saw that she was staring at the diary she had written before, and the contents of the diary had not changed.
I knew in my heart that this was bad.
Graves and memorial tablets can be explained by other reasons, since there are no real memories. But the diary was written by Song Qingrong herself, and she could definitely recognize her own handwriting.
"Isn't this a bit unnecessary?"
I gave a wry smile.
Did you leave these traces so that Song Qingrong would remember me again?
What is the significance of doing this?
Do you want me to watch her suffer any longer?
You deserve to die!
I couldn't help but curse.
But the thing in my head seems to have gone silent, still not reacting at all, which leaves me speechless with helplessness.
Just when I thought Song Qingrong might struggle with these diary entries for a long time, she turned to the next page and started writing a new diary.
July 15, 2024, cloudy and rainy.
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