The Forgotten Man, Paradox

Bingbing wore a blank expression too.

Their emotions immediately shifted.

There was someone incredibly important in the family—the old man's grandson, the woman's husband, the child's father—yet they could not even remember his name.

Ye Jinghong asked again, "Then do you remember what he looked like?"

Ye Jinghong's question drove them into despair once more, because they could not remember what he looked like either. They only knew that such a person existed in their memories, but they had forgotten everything about him.

They had forgotten him so completely that not a trace remained.

"Who the hell are you people?" Grandpa flew into a rage. He blamed everything on us, believing that this had only happened after we arrived.

Bingbing began to suspect us as well.

Little Nian Bai started crying because he could not remember his father.

The look in Bingbing's eyes turned icy. "You're not his friends. Who are you really? Why did you approach us? Why did you do this?"

Bitterness filled my heart. Ye Jinghong's test had confirmed my suspicion: they had completely forgotten me. They had simply been unaware of it before, because husband, grandson, and father had merely been labels. They had never truly tried to remember me, nor had they needed to deliberately remember me. People did not need to remember their closest family; that was simply the habitual logic of the human mind.

That was why they had been able to live together so happily as if nothing were wrong.

Only after Ye Jinghong asked did they truly begin thinking about that person, only to suddenly realize that no matter how hard they tried, they could not remember him.

It was as though that person had been erased from their memories, though not completely, since a label still remained.

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