Writing a story about a ruffian from the Chinese Department and several top girlfriends with different styles on the university campus is like the warm wind blowing from the lake in summer.
One is the proprietress of Yehang Library. She smokes heavily and her smile is like a deep well. You don't know when she will drown you. The second one is a senior sister from the Chinese Department. Her mouth is sharper than a knife and her waist is softer than a snake. The third one was the girl sitting in front of me. She wrote a line in her notebook and erased it with an eraser - but I saw it.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
