Whenever Han Yu goes through a breakup, he likes to visit the Taoist temple on a high mountain not far from home and pour his heart out to heaven and earth, sharing all the bitterness and sweetness he feels. This time is no exception.
Sitting on a boulder with an easy view of the brightly lit village below, he listens to the insects chirping on the mountain and breathes in the fresh air, slowly soothing the feelings he cannot bring himself to let go of. He sits there alone in silence, thinking over every moment he shared with his girlfriend, sometimes smiling faintly, sometimes furrowing his brow.
“Ah, times have changed. These days, not many women want a life that follows the same three-point routine. And I’m a bit old-fashioned too. I don’t know how to cheer a girl up, and I’m too old-fashioned to be romantic. Well, if it’s over, it’s over,” Han Yu tells himself in consolation.
After so many breakups, Han Yu always spends a while feeling lost and out of sorts before pulling himself together again. Today is the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the day when legend says the Gates of Hell open. Perhaps the alcohol has gone to his head. After a series of...
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