This is a coming-of-age novel written by someone born in the 2000s, telling the story of days gone by that we can never get back.
I grieve in my memories, and lose myself in them.
It was an innocent era. First love was like snowflakes in spring: beautiful to behold, but once they landed on the ground, nothing remained. We always treasure our first love dearly. Perhaps many years later, we’ll still think from time to time of the person we first loved and the things we did together...
At a new-book signing, the writer Han Chen met his reader Ling Weiwei by a twist of fate. Though they had nothing in common at first, the two ended up together...
But then he went to Britain to visit his younger sister, who was studying at university in Edinburgh, and something unexpected happened along the way. The appearance of Ye Suqing and a jumble of tangled memories plunged this already fragile relationship into crisis...
“Tell me about her. I want to truly understand you.”
She stood at the highest point of the teaching building, the corners of her mouth lifting in a soft smile. The last rays of the setting sun fell across her youthful, fair face.
Somewhere in the teaching building, a boy gazed quietly at her from far away.
That distance was called memory.
