Some people are like nails driven into your bones: impossible to remove, impossible to forget. They ache faintly day and night, unless death takes away all sensation, unless the bones are ground to dust and scattered to the winds.
Zanyun had a nail driven into his chest, deep in the bone. He hid her well, like a compass embedded in his body, always drawing him toward her.
Until one day, she asked, "Have we met before?"
An Yi encountered a jungle beast on the streets of Baichuan, on a cold early-spring morning. She had no idea that this beast would charge into her world, shatter every rule, and lead her out of the darkness.
She yearned for this beast with all her heart.
He said, "I don't sleep with other people's women."
Every apparent coincidence had been planned long ago.
Theme: An ordinary, everyday love story about ordinary people struggling
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