[Yinlan whispers to herself] I can't help but see through the fleeting years, the waning years, one wrong step, every wrong step, and the love of three lifetimes will be spent.
One mini-novel after another, one story after another continues to unfold. Where they end up is, but everything is artificial.
She once believed that man can conquer nature.
He had believed in wasted vows.
Trust ruined him or her one after another.
This article is a collection of short stories, so don't read it if you don't like it.