Paris Is Unhappy

Copywriting: When twenty-four-year-old Yan Qi ran into He Xusheng's black umbrella, he had no idea that the rain would last for six years. From the podium of S University to the bed in a Paris sanatorium, from sleeping in each other's arms to being separated by life and death. Some love is like snow, seemingly pure and flawless, but becomes a shackle when it falls to the ground. Thirty-six-year-old Professor He has three secrets: 1. The photo frame in the office is his seven-year-old daughter 2. Every assignment he graded for the young teaching assistant was filled with love. 3. He never told the mixed-race boy that he could never get a divorce. Diary Day 1074: Xu Sheng came again today, bringing white roses and postcards from Venice. The doctor said I should take medicine, but they didn't understand—— Obviously his body temperature is so real and the hickey is so painful. Just why every time we hug, I can hear the urn shaking? When He Xusheng finally read the diary, Yan Qi could no longer tell the difference between rain and snow. Six years of love burned on paper, from "Today he complimented me on my beautiful eyes" to "Our wedding was held at Mont Saint-Michel." The truth is: no rain can last six years unless it turns into tears. 2009-2015 The end of the series He taught him how to write on the blackboard and how to talk about love. He helped him with his education review. He helped him hide his wedding ring. In the end he turned into a box of ashes and he turned into a man in the snow