This is a novel that is difficult to define. It has love, but it pays more attention to friendship; it has plot, but it embodies words more; it has the beauty of destruction, but it also shows the struggle and pain behind the beauty.
A girl suffering from the pain of youth fled to Shanghai. In a bar, she began her love and conspiracy. However, her originally thought-firm heart struggled with the entanglement of love and friendship.
"We are all entangled people, four people tightly entangled. We are reluctant to hurt anyone, but everyone is hurting the other, because we love each other deeply, so of course love turns into thorns, binding us tightly layer by layer. But the funny thing is that many times we actually rescue each other and become each other's spiritual support. And I am bad, because I am committed to letting these thorns kill us completely. It is the ultimate beauty, it fascinates me like white powder, and I hate myself."
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