My dad, Gu Ye, always says that when you meet a good girl, you should hold on tight and never let go. My mom, Zhou Ling, adds that you shouldn't keep her waiting too long. But my name is Gu Nian, and I've somehow grown into the opposite of them. In other people's eyes, I'm a "player": I fall for one girl after another and can always find a reasonable excuse to date whichever girl catches my eye, yet I never dare spend another second in anyone's world.
Their story is that "the road you missed is too dark for even starlight to illuminate." I, meanwhile, wear "not taking things seriously" as armor. I keep my parents' words close to heart, while drifting from one romance to the next. It feels as if, as long as I don't get too involved, I won't repeat their "regrets." But every now and then, the light in the eyes of the girls I've briefly warmed makes me falter: am I avoiding regret, or creating new regrets with my own hands?
