The Last Kind of Love

This book is for everyone who comes from the lonely planet like me. Written for those who love, hate, and are in pain, but still cannot give their all to the world. Written for those on the islands if you happen to come across their band. If not, forget it. It was a murmur, maybe two, or three. But in the final analysis it is still a whisper. It is a beautiful dream, a dream that is so beautiful that I dare not face it. Plus It is also a listening guide to Chinese and foreign R&B songs. I hope that women who love women will think of their lovers or the people they have loved after reading their stories. I hope that women who love men, and men who love women, after reading their stories, will realize at some point: Oh, I can understand why she fell in love with her. I hope that after reading their stories, everyone will, like me, end up saying this: There are no taboos in love, only sincerity. I loved you, that's enough. Female protagonist: Wu Yang, female, around thirty, a female loser from a foreign company in Shanghai. There are not many things and people I have loved: R&B, a puppy, a cherry blossom forest in front of my house, my mother, two men and one woman. Unstable appearance, sharp-tongued, and mentally strong. Low emotional intelligence means even lower love injuries. I respect myself so much that I can say "no" well.