Feng Pingzhi used to think Lu Jianqiu was arrogant and self-centered, with no regard for anyone else.
He thought that a man like him, so skilled at getting along with people and accustomed to treating the women around him as fleeting clouds, would become a laughingstock for idle gossip if he ever fell in love with a woman like her.
But later, he said that she was the only woman he had ever loved in his life.
She turned him into a lovesick fool, bewitched him until he was willing to sacrifice everything. She was like a venomous parasite, like poison.
She was the addiction lodged in his heart, and the autumn of his heart.
"Miss Lu, you tore my whole heart to pieces, and I still had to pick them up and put them back together myself, then clap and say to you, 'Well done, ruining it.'"
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A Republican-era novel.
Neither the male nor the female lead is a good person. Read with caution.
Blurb dated 2019.8.6; Weibo: @Cai Bushi He Qianqian.
