"She must be very important to me, why can't I remember her?" Kind-hearted Gao Ming clenched his fingers. Forgetting seemed even more despairing than death itself.
The red umbrella fell to the ground, and the delicately featured woman was covered with wounds. It appeared as though all those injuries were sustained while trying to save Gao Ming.
Disappointment had accumulated deeply; her eyes had become a dull gray as she took out a sharp knife from her bag.
"I'll get off at this stop," Kind-hearted Gao Ming said to the others on the bus, "You must reach the end! Don't truly forget her!"
Watching the woman step onto the platform, Gao Ming hesitated no more and got off the bus.
The bus doors closed, and the vehicle continued forward. The other Gao Mings, through the bus window, saw Kind-hearted Gao Ming collapse on the platform. Perhaps to that Gao Ming, not hurting the two women meant wounding himself.
