"Do you remember your deskmate from first grade? The boy everyone thought had autism?"
I shook my head blankly. "After graduating from elementary school, I got into a car accident. A lot of my memories from before became fragmented. I forgot many things,” I said.
"I know," he said, looking at me with a faint smile.
"In first grade, a little boy transferred into your class and sat beside you. Everyone thought he had autism. He never talked, never smiled, never cried. He was like a wooden doll. When other kids bullied him, he would simply get back up and quietly return to his seat to read. But he had an incredible deskmate. Like a little superhero. She was a cute little girl, but surprisingly strong. Whenever someone bullied him, she would beat those kids until they cried. She was also a
