[Literary Version] Cheng Jingqi's marriage was like a kite string, long but thin, so thin she could barely hold on to it. She could only watch as the string grew longer and longer, while the kite's shape had long since blurred, leaving only the imprint of the past. But the wind seemed to have already swept those memories away...
[Realistic Version] Marriage is like a besieged fortress. It trapped Cheng Jingqi and Jiang Xu. They thought it was a promise to grow old hand in hand, but the outcome was always unexpected. It gave Jingqi a hard slap in the face, then gave Cheng Jingqi countless more... slaps. So Cheng Jingqi wondered if she should hurry up and squirrel away some money...
[Concise, Profound Version] Many begin well, but few see things through to the end.
The heroine is a great admirer of simplicity, a golden, red-flag-raised successor to communism. The hero is a successful, wealthy entrepreneur, handsome and loaded. But he's a scumbag! A scumbag! A scumbag! So this story is angsty! Angsty! Angsty!
