The passionate love between a paranoid and depressed painter. ||Preface: Love, such a meaningless word makes people want to put it down. I am addicted to the yellowed writing paper, which you gave to me many years ago. Perhaps I was greedy for the sea of love-filled words on the paper, and ignored the mud stained all over my body because of you. I drew a few pictures on the paper and left a reply to you - platycodon blossoms. At that time, love could not reach the depths of your memory again, and I was left alone to drown in the uninhabited sea.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
