There is a kind of fish that is born inconspicuous. They live cautiously and bravely. Their antics are not to please, but to prove their efforts.
Not proud, not pretentious.
Twenty-five-year-old Wu Jing does not live like a woman. She is lazy, slovenly, and not enterprising. She spent five years lurking next to Song Yi, spying on his life, and eventually became the speechless clown fish in the fish tank.
Wu Jing's youth was no different from that of others, but there was something missing. In the timid twenty-five years, she had never experienced suicide, escape, abortion, death, or even a third party.
In Wu Jing's words, in peaceful times, shouldn't love be pure?