Three Years of Fleeting Life

I love wuxia and fantasy, yet I wrote this realistic novel as a memorial. After a year at university, those days of the past are still vivid. What once seemed ordinary and trivial now feels so profound, so unforgettable. Half of this novel is true and half is fiction, and many people will find it strangely familiar.

This isn’t youthful recklessness, nor am I forcing myself to write sorrowful lines. It’s a memory. What happened, happened; it can’t be ignored or dismissed. And perhaps, for the rest of my life, I can neither forget it nor bear to forget it.

I only hope to bring a smile to your face, and make you remember who you were back then, and sigh along with me: Ah, life...

Also, to the friends I’ve roped in as inspiration for my characters, please don’t hit me...