Late at night, I held a glass of strong wine and lit a bitter cigarette. Listening to Ao Han with headphones. The memory returns to that bitter and sweet day. At that time, we longed for plainness and did not compare with anyone else's feelings. Let's have a love without regrets. It was also that day that I learned about another kind of love.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
