What is repeatedly engraved in life is the insipidity between each other in the impetuous life, or the great joy, or the great sadness, or the mixture of joy and sorrow; what is left is the immature play of childhood, the joy of youth and the sad sighs wrapped around the silver thread. Therefore, what can be caught in writing one's own history is mostly the boring noise, the illusion of each other's heartbeat, and the kind of promises casually whispered in the ears. What is lost is the happy time that slips away inadvertently around oneself. From Lin Xiangru and Zi Nuo's acquaintance and love, to a person at zero distance from each other, in the enviable eyes, they have the crystallization of love Didi and Lala. One day when love and marriage, hustle and temptation coexist, they are suddenly knocked back to the two people who are most far apart from each other in the world. In the end, one party is burned to ashes by obsession and desire and falls to the bottom of life...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
