This city excels at two things: grinding dreams into dust, then teaching people to swallow that dust, washed down with cheap alcohol or excessive caffeine, day after day. The buildings are cold geometric shapes, slicing through the gray sky. Their glass facades reflect no warmth, only countless equally exhausted faces, all blurred by the rush of life. The subway is a gigantic steel intestine, swallowing and disgorging millions of silent bodies every day. They stand close enough to smell a stranger’s shampoo, yet are separated by an entire universe. Here, dignity is a fragile thing that must be carefully maintained, and a breakdown often begins with a missed call, an overdue bill, or a white pill that has to be pried from its foil.
Rain is a regular visitor. It blurs the neon into a hazy, glistening wash, making the lights of a twenty-four-hour corner store seem especially cheap, and especially tempting. It is one of the city’s last shelters that never closes, shining with stark white light, its shelves lined with nearly expired rice balls and oden that is always simmering. Someone is always curled up on a high stool by the window, staring at their phone or simply watching the rain crawl down the glass. When two people share an umbrella, one shoulder always gets wet. That few inches of distance they cannot quite control, and the heart-pounding silence they deliberately maintain beneath the umbrella, form the most precise metaphor for human relationships in this city: longing to get close, yet fearing getting too close; offering protection, while bearing the debt it brings.
Dual male leads + tragic romance + saving each other
The writing is fresh and comfortable to read.
In the cold city, missed calls and aluminum foil pills illustrate the collapse and struggle of modern people, which is thought-provoking.
This kind of imagination has broken through the creative dimension, and even the Creator will admire its courage and sharpness in reconstructing the world.
. The detailed description is like using a microscope to observe the world refracted by dewdrops. Even the blank space between paragraphs hides the aftertaste of wanting to say something.
From the beginning of the book, I was drawn into the whirlpool of the narrative. The characters took root in my mind like old friends. When I closed the book, I felt as if I was parting with my best friend.
The narrative rhythm of this book rises and falls like a heartbeat, and I still can't bear to put it down after reading it late into the night, as if closing the page has cut off a dream I don't want to wake up from.
Every character has thickness and flesh and blood. One of the most fascinating books I have ever read. The characters in it are very well designed and the author describes each person very uniquely.
This book is really fine!!! Highly recommended reading!! The text is logically interlocking, the writing is excellent, and the plot is compact
It's been a long time since I encountered a book that I could ignore other things and catch up to the end. This one is really exciting.
Prepare for the second brushing to sort out the information that I didn't clear up the first time, otherwise my brain will not be used enough.