Small Box

On the year of Ah Yue's eighteenth birthday, which was also the eighth year of our acquaintance, I gave him a small box, which contained the ring I confessed to him. At that time, we were completely satisfied with each other, and the world seemed to be no obstacle in front of us, but God seemed to be disdainful of us going against the norm. On the day he turned 28, he also gave me a small box, which contained Ah Yue, whom I had loved for 18 years. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.