Dreams Fall into the Mortal World, Chasing Flowers in Flight

Even the aloof can be captivating. Shi Zhongying is perfect, yet famously oblivious to romance. Cold and distant, he instinctively keeps everyone at arm's length. He neither understands nor needs the confessions of beautiful women or the advances of handsome men. With an EQ below zero, matters of the heart hold far less appeal for him than unraveling one crisis after another amid a hail of bullets. The shifting lines between black and white, the struggle between life and death, the pursuit of reality and ideals: that passionate, thrilling youthful spirit is what he longs for and knows best. To him, the heartfelt love of his many admirers is no more than a wisp of smoke or a passing cloud. But why are his most trusted comrades and closest confidants never satisfied, and so unwilling to accept things as they are? Why do they try every means to cross that line and boundary? Family and friendship are all he needs in his life, so why do people keep bringing him love, something he cannot understand at all, begging him to accept it and even hoping he will return their feelings? To him, it's more complicated than relativity or Goldbach's conjecture. All he wants is to go back to being their loyal friends and brothers, with complete faith in one another. A simple wish, yet it has become an almost impossible dream. Faced with this troubling, bewildering predicament, what should he choose?