“In the rotting years of my youth, you were the only rose I couldn’t bear to see wither.”
At sixteen, Zhou Luo was so thin you could see the outline of her ribs. Everyone thought she was merely quiet. Only Qin Yang knew the truth: she was waiting to die.
He came close to her, covered in wounds. “Zhou Luo, my life has belonged to you for a long time.”
She thought he was her salvation, until her mother burned the handmade Nepali notebook filled with her innermost thoughts. When she fell from a high-rise, Qin Yang was gone, and her youth came to an abrupt end.
Ten years later, they meet again. He’s a rising star in the world of finance, and she’s a struggling actress.
When Qin Yang pushes a script toward her, Zhou Luo realizes that what he wrote isn’t a novel at all. It’s the blood-soaked story of their youth.
“The lines we never got to finish back then,” he says, wiping away her tears. “Come finish them with me now.”
◆ A dark tale of salvation ◆ Rekindled love
◆ Two people torn apart by fate find the possibility of salvation in each other.
◆ “We didn’t save each other. We tore open each other’s wounds to prove: Look, this place has rotted too.”
From early morning to dusk, from the first snow to midsummer, from the age of seventeen to seventy. He wanted to monopolize all her heartbeats and panics, and wanted to become the most irreplaceable moment in her life. Support every brave writer.