Peach Blossom Debts, or A Scumbag's Apprentice Diary

[Not a feel-good story + no harem... a tale of many blossoming romances]

The debts of a past life are repaid in this one. But when will the debts of this life be repaid?

Life rushes by in a flash, and the hardest debts to repay are always those of the heart.

Dedicated here is a short poem, “Peach Blossom Debt”:

Half a lifetime passes by a withered tree,

Five or six peach blossoms bloom.

If love had not gone astray,

How many new branches would have grown?

Old memories are hard to wear away,

Idle sorrows twine like vines.

Sweet dreams are easily shattered,

And there is nowhere to speak of longing.

P.S. 1. If you meet a scumbag, fire away without hesitation! 2. Don't be a scumbag, or you might get run over! 3. Scumbags were good kids once, too…

[In this fast-food culture, take a second to think. Not for elementary school students: you won't understand the story that follows!]