On the day she was followed, she hid in a cake shop.
The clerk's voice sounded so familiar—it was actually the reading camp officer I had been obsessed with for three years.
When he moved into her house, the pervert he couldn't escape turned out to be a male college student who was terminally ill and about to die.
Then I bumped into the ex-husband who came with his son to beg for reconciliation.
It turns out that liking someone starts with jealousy.
But how does she feel about her?
In this huge sea of people, where can two ordinary women in their thirties go?
Standing alone in the kitchen, drinking cold water, looking coldly at her family of three enjoying themselves behind her, she suddenly thought: Who is the calamity she cannot avoid?
This is a mortal song composed by ordinary people.
About encounters, about inexplicable attraction, about preferences and misunderstandings under the roof, about daily necessities, about important milestones in life, about those unspeakable throbbings... Can they all become sweet in ordinary days in the end?
Note: This story is purely fictitious. The cities, characters and units involved in the story are all fictitious. Everything is fictitious!
Intention: New Year's resolution is to read 100 books a year.