Van Vien glanced at the assistant, and the assistant cautiously said, “Sister Van Vien, if you don’t want to say it, then forget it.”
Van Vien looked at her and smiled. The smile carried a hint of sadness. She spoke, her voice already crying hoarse: “You said, when a person thought he was dead, he was sad and desperate for him. He was so sad that he suffered from depression and even committed suicide twice. It turned out that he did not die. But for so many years, he did not look for you in the future. Why?”
The assistant was dumbfounded.
How terrible does this story sound?
She thought of the shattered things she had seen in the entertainment industry and the endless dog-blood scripts, and cautiously speculated: “Maybe it is amnesia, forget the past, or maybe…he thinks it is not necessary.”
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