At eighteen, everything seemed to divide life into before and after. Mu Shu grew thinner and more realistic. After years away, she finally understood that Ji Qian was someone she could never reach, and the world he lived in was a dream she could never touch. Three years of love had all dissolved like bubbles, so why was he still closing in on her, step by step? Don't come near me. It'll be another nightmare.
At twenty, everything turned into a ridiculous, terrifying dream. Ji Qian grew colder and crueler. The trust and love he had given her back then had led to a deception that left him covered in wounds. But when she appeared again, why hadn't he strangled her with his own hands? Why had he still held back the urge to walk toward her, step by step?
