It turns out that this is what it feels like to be separated by worlds. I grabbed the quilt, beat it feebly, endured crying loudly, and bit my lips until I "tasted" the blood. "Jia Le, my deadline is tonight. When I wake up tomorrow, it will be a new day. None of us know each other."
"I will never forget this August. No matter where you are, I will look for this smell to find you."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
