She lit scented candles in the rental house in the alley behind the bar, saying it could cover up the musty smell of moisture returning to the walls.
She drove me to see the sea in her broken Wuling, holding a cigarette in her mouth before sunrise without lighting it.
She wrote in her diary: "Shen Chilian will probably never know that I recognized her in the bathroom the day she first came to 'Drowning'."
Three thousand drowned, I only took one scoop. But she sank too quickly.
Purpose: About love, regret and self-salvation