"If I Could, I Don't Want to Know You" is not a simple sadomasochistic novel, it is a profound torture of modern intimate relationships - why do people who love each other drift apart? Why can't I say it even though I care so much? Why does pride become a barrier to love? The story of Jiang Jing and Yuan Zong makes readers put down their mobile phones and look at the people around them after crying, thinking "Have I missed someone's postcards", and learn not to turn around when it's time to hug.
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Put yourself into it [face covering]
As I listened, I was substituted into the real story [laughing]
Put yourself into it [face covering]
As I listened, I was substituted into the real story [laughing]