My name is Zhang Haicheng, I am twenty-six years old. I have long been unable to express the enthusiasm of youth, but my youth has not ended because I owe a huge debt to youth.
This is a somewhat unspeakable story. It is a story about my high school girlfriend and I promised to take poison and die in love. She drank the poison and died, but I cowardly broke my promise. This is a story about my subsequent life being shackled. Insomnia, nightmares, and self-blame became the main theme of my life.
My best friend introduced me to a houseguest, but why is she so similar to her? Her speech, manners and habits were clearly that of the late herself. New tenants are a drug to me, a vortex and a black hole—attractive but deadly.
Could it be that she didn't die and came back for revenge this time? Will I swim to the other side of salvation or sink deeper and deeper? Why do I feel only the approaching conspiracy? My youth is still unfinished.