She is a girl who looks exactly like my ex-girlfriend. We met in the ticket hall of the bus station.
She could call me by my name, but I didn't recognize her. After her self-introduction, I learned that her name was Wen Kerou, and she was the sister of a substitute female teacher when I was in high school. So wandering around somewhere, I readily accepted her invitation and set foot on the road to her house. The story I want to tell, the beautiful lie, begins
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
