Lin Sanqian was sick. He began secretly wearing women's clothes, then secretly fell in love with the cross-dressed reflection of himself in the mirror. He put on stockings, donned a wig, painted his lips blue, and tilted his head to reveal the seductive curve of his adam’s apple—contradictory yet enchanting. He called his cross-dressed reflection: *Lan* (Blue). He lit a cigarette for Lan, then crushed it against Lan’s eyelid. The lingering ash on the mirror resembled a teardrop mole. Lin Sanqian decided it was time to say goodbye to Lan—before he lost himself completely. So he burned all the women’s clothes. He burned Lan. Years passed. Lin Sanqian now taught at a school, his life stable and uneventful. Until one day, he started receiving mysterious packages containing Lan’s clothes, stockings, and lipstick. Even the selfies Lan had taken—long turned to ashes—were somehow inside. Lin Sanqian began suspecting he was being watched. While searching for clues about the sender, the deliveries of *everything related to Lan* continued nonstop. Then one day, Lan stood before him. Lips gleaming blue, cigarette between fingers, head slightly tilted to reveal that seductive adam’s apple. Lan pointed to the teardrop mole at his eye. *"Professor Lin, do you still remember your Lan?"*