There are three thousand things in this world, but I have three loves: the sun, the moon, and you.
The sun is morning, the moon is evening, and the king is morning and evening.
I married my childhood sweetheart, but his sweetheart was not me.
Coincidentally, my sweetheart is not him either.
You have to ask me, why after so many years of getting along day and night, why didn't I
The collision creates the slightest spark of ambiguity?
This bad relationship probably started in that early autumn eighteen years ago...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
