Since high school, everyone's favorite gossip in private is: how Jiang Yihua comes and goes with ease among those influential figures.
No one knows that in order to coax herself into going to school, she picked the most topical handsome boy in the school and made up a short story about herself.
When talking about these four people, Jiang Yihua always hesitates to speak in a mysterious and ambiguous manner, leaving only a few words on her lips, which makes others feel itchy.
Some people envy her for being so happy in love, some hate her for being so frivolous, and some question her for talking about cheating.
Eight years later, at a class reunion, everyone was making a fuss about the accounts, and they discovered that Jiang Yihua was really a woman who told lies.
The ambiguous romance back then was just her one-sided fantasy.
But now, she is just a single mother whose husband cheated on her, divorced and has a baby, and is unemployed at home. No matter how smartly you dress, no matter how exquisite your make-up is, it can't cover up the decayed gold and jade underneath.
The party ended and it was quiet at night.
Jiang Yihua was sitting alone on the steps downstairs, her fingertips slowly swiping across the screen of her phone.
I sent the same message to each of the four people.
Help me pick up the child.
She took a bite of the apple in her hand and threw it into the trash can, with that familiar innocent smile hanging on her lips.
What happened back then is true or false, who knows?
Ps: This book is a bit abstract
The female protagonist has love paranoia and feels that the male protagonists love her so much that she cannot extricate herself.
Purpose: Love others first, love yourself first
