The Forgetting Path

Yan Zhenzhen stood at the edge of the university roof garden, gazing at the Shanghai skyline as twilight descended. The fading sunlight caught the glass facades of skyscrapers, turning them into pillars of gold and crimson. It was peaceful here, a small patch of green six stories above the chaotic streets, where she often came to think.

"I knew I'd find you here," said a familiar voice.

Zhenzhen turned to see Zhang Qinyao approaching, her slender figure silhouetted against the sunset. A fellow phy...