Novels come from life, especially for people like me who are not good at imagining. All I can record are stories that happen around me.
When we were young, we all treated love with a pious heart. Then, love either took pity on you, or played tricks on me. Gradually, you and I became different.
Jiang Xinyu, a woman who is often in love and often broken in love. Gentle, kind, wordy, frank, no secrets.
Huang Ye, a strange man. Cold, fragile, neurotic, no friends.
Actually living under the same roof.
Did you change me? Or did I change you?