Literary version: The cotton that flames cannot burn, hidden in the clouds, holds their parting, their meeting, and their parting once more. Tested by time, it faithfully tells the story of those bewildering years at the boundary.
“People used to say ‘life is like a play,’ sighing over other people's misfortunes, never imagining they might be part of the play themselves. Now all I can do is use those words to mock myself.”
“We all thought that we would have a place in our beautiful visions of the future. But who could have seen this coming?”
Lu Shaomei
Plain version: A story about love, unfolding around one girl in high school.
[Author's PS: Starting in August, I'll post two chapters at regular times each week, plus occasional extra updates.]
[Another PS: I've opened a Weibo account called “Yun Fei Mua.” Come chat with me there~
(Don't ask why it has to include “mua.” Sina requires at least four characters...)]
