Uncle Yuan said that after her parents passed away, Lu Yinong lived with him for a while.

She asked me if I wanted to go to Lu Yinong's room to tidy up and take some things.

I asked, "What about her own home? The one where she lived with her parents."

Uncle Yuan said that old-style apartment building was demolished many years ago.

So, Yinong, you became a homeless person very early on, right?

During those days of family reunion and the moments when I complained about my parents being too strict, what were you thinking?

I can't even think about it in detail, I'm afraid I'll go crazy.

Only when I entered Lu Yinong's room did I realize that she didn't have anything special.

The room still had the same appearance as when she left, clean and tidy like a model room.

The desk was empty, with only a few notebooks from her middle school days on the bookshelf.

I opened the wardrobe, and it was also empty, except for a few school uniforms and some plain clothes.

It's as if she didn't leave anything behind, except for those of us who still remember her.

I sat on her bed, imagining the teenage Lu Yinong reading, writing, and sleeping in this room.

The room immediately felt filled, and I couldn't help but smile.

But once the curtains were drawn and the sunlight came in, the room was actually empty with only me and a lonely shadow.

I didn't take anything.

I don't need to see objects to think of people; Lu Yinong lives in my mind.

As long as I'm alive, she will never completely disappear.

When saying goodbye to Uncle Yuan, he hesitated to speak.

I smiled and said, "I will take care of myself, and you should take care of yourself too. I will come to visit her on her birthday every year."

However, Uncle Yuan said, "Yizhou, she would want you to live your own life."