My story has no absolute good or evil, right or wrong, love or hate.
Because in this black-and-white world, our love walks along that blurred boundary. Even the sunlight that splits night from day at dawn cannot part our clasped hands.
But those trembling, intoxicating, eternal moments can never step into the light of day. That is a third kind of love.
P.S.
1. The heroine is in the terminal stages of having a split personality, and is somewhat dark-minded. If you can't handle that, don't read.
2. Part of the story is set on campus, but this is not a sweet campus romance.
Finally, whether you read just a few words or the whole thing, thank you to everyone patient enough to read this story.
That's all.
