No melodrama, no one being reborn, no golden finger. A slice-of-life story with gentle suspense, not suited to readers who like a fast pace. The plot unfolds entirely through the characters' personalities, and everything is filtered through their perceptions.
When I was little, I borrowed ten yuan from a classmate. Eight years later, she suddenly added me on WeChat, transferred to my school, pulled strings to get a card, and tracked down my home, all just to make me pay her back.
The interest rate: one demand for every year that passed.
A socially anxious person forced to join the drama club and assigned to the acting troupe. Who was messing with me behind my back? It took me a long time to figure it out.
Later, I discovered I had been suffering from PTSD for a long time, but my memories slowly began to surface. The bookstore by the sea, the dream I had as a child: it came true. I wasn't fully recovered, but life went on.
She said I was all bark and a softie at heart.
I said my mouth moved faster than my brain. The most useless thing about me was this mouth of mine: it never listens.
She said she was picky, and only liked eating the candy I gave her.
I said she was a crazy childhood friend who acted like we'd known each other forever.
You chase me, I run. You plot against me, no big deal. We call that mutual trust.
The writing style grows with the growth of the protagonist, and becomes more delicate with the protagonist's vision. This is awesome.