——The body is like an epiphyllum. In such a mundane life, there is nothing more than love and infatuation between men and women, just words in smoke...
This is a novella, written two years ago, and I came across it accidentally, so I took it out to dry.
I want to say that this is a true story, and it is a bit cruel. Every character in it has a prototype in life, and they are interpreting their own love and hate in a corner of the world.
In fact, when love becomes a thing of the past, looking back, it is nothing more than that...