The Rules of Imperfect Love

Have you heard of the fourth kind of love? That's how I felt when I first saw you. That day, I asked him, do you know what the first kind of love is? He said he knew. I asked him again, do you know what the fourth kind of love is? His cheeks turned red immediately. He shook his head and then nodded slightly. He didn't say anything, just buried his head deeper. I didn't speak anymore, I just put my hand gently on his head and felt the touch of his soft hair on my palm. It was itchy and warm, as if the most hidden thing in my heart was shaken, and many of the so-called disdain and indifference in my previous work collapsed in one breath. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.