On the Yinghua Wuye Road, cicadas chirp across the summer steps, the June wind rises, the scorching sun shines thousands of miles away, and I want to see you. I am a very contradictory person, but not to you. I wanted to see the signature wall, and looked at the circle of my name, but inadvertently pointed it there. The way I looked at you was not accidental, it was my deliberate pretentiousness. I just like your face.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
