(Disclaimer: This is a female-led story. The heroine may be a little bit of a jerk, but I won’t go into the details, so please read with caution.)
Love is like a rich, heady wine, fragrant and enticing, yet if you aren’t careful, it can make you lose your way and become dizzy with intoxication. Lost in these thoughts, he got up and paced to the study, then quietly turned on his computer and wandered aimlessly through the online world.
The internet is, after all, a free realm filled with wonders.
Here, people connect with one another, seeming close at hand, yet separated by an invisible but solid wall. Without the need for a mask, he, sitting at one end of the computer, could never see what kind of soul was leaping about at the other. For all he knew, the one laughing and cursing with abandon behind the screen might be some mysterious, unknown creature.
In this vast ocean of the internet, the sites he visited most were still the ones full of *. He still remembered that handwritten book, “*,” from his youth. Like a pebble dropped into a tranquil lake, it sent ripples through countless quiet nights, leaving him tossing and turning and using up so much of his youthful vigor amid awkwardness and desire.
