In angsty coming-of-age stories, the contrived love, hate, sorrow, and endless breakups and makeups had always baffled Yu Ji when she was in middle school. Little Yu could rack her brains all she wanted, but she just couldn't understand why people cried over love.
Then she became one of those people in a story. She loved someone she couldn't have and trapped herself in her own misery, with pearls scattered across the floor and countless sleepless nights spent tossing and turning.
