On the day I was diagnosed with terminal gastric cancer, I stayed with Gu Yan all night. He was sleeping deeply, his long eyelashes like butterfly wings covering his eyelids quietly. I greedily traced his outline, from brow bone to thin lips. This is the man I have loved for eight years, and the man I am about to push away with my own hands. The author was moved to tears.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
