I am Nan Zhuo, and they all say that I am a sand sculpture, but I think I can still save my life. Although I cry for other people's love every day, it's definitely not because I'm a scumbag that I can't find a boyfriend. My good friend's name is Pang Yu, a man. The reason why I don't call her my best friend is because that's how green tea is usually called my spare tire. Of course there is pure friendship between men and women. I always thought so before his sudden and dramatic confession.
Inwardly complaining about the king heroine* the arrogant, coquettish and warm hero