I’m Yu Yan, the proprietress of a small bar.
In ten years of running it, I’ve heard enough regrets to fill twenty storybooks.
Some people mourn, “If only we’d met sooner.”
Some can’t let go of “the us we became later.”
Some call out across half the city, “Can I please stop being brave?”
And some smile as they say goodbye with a simple, “May your future be bright.”
Everyone who walks through the door thinks their regret is the biggest, the most painful, the hardest to move past.
Until one day, after I finish telling the last story, they realize…
The name “Jiang Song” in the proprietress’s heart is the true secret of this bar.
The wine is still warm, and the night is still young.
Come with your regrets, and I’ll buy you a glass of “no regrets.”
