In the early morning, the streets were empty, and under the pale sky, I carried my luggage and boarded the train bound for the north. With the whistle roaring, I lit a cigarette and blew out a bunch of smoke rings, like hearts with a corner missing. The smell was suspicious and the shape was ambiguous, just like my love, or what I thought was love.
I love Pu Feng. From the age of nineteen to twenty-five, whether he was the bright boy before or the man with stories now, I still love him. Yes, he has a story, even though he is not handsome enough to conquer the country, even though his money can only afford a Nissan, even though... Countless people can't compete with one beauty. The reason why he became a man with a story is because his wife is a beauty, my senior sister.
Falling in love with a man with a story is destined to be a tragedy.
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