Even now, when I think back, I can still clearly smell the bitter orange essential oil on her: crisp and faintly bitter, like the first frost of late autumn, much like her herself. She was flawlessly elegant on the surface, yet cold to the bone in a way that made your heart ache.
Today, I want to tell you about the things that happened between Shen Tinglan and me. She was the most dignified woman I had ever known, and also the most wretched. The dignity was what she showed the whole world. The wretchedness was something only I ever saw.
It’s a long story, so let’s start at the beginning.
Xin Yin Miao writes clearly, but it's not Zhuhong, it's not literary, it's not annoying.
The content is very rich and the writing is very visual.
The writing is very good and the psychological description is sharp.
This book is very well written!
Real real real
It's very interesting and realistic. It's a rare book.