If Xu Lin is Bai Yueguang who enlightened me about love, then who is Ying Qi? Where is Zheng Yanzhong? What are they?
Friend, lover, girlfriend, which one can be called love?
I can't always see the real me, and sometimes I even feel that my existence doesn't look like a living human being at all.
Only when you smell your own scent can you feel that you are alive.
That's the smell of hormones.
This is a story about finding love and, more importantly, finding yourself.
It is adapted from a true story (of course I made a lot of changes to avoid being recognized, but the core of the protagonist's self-understanding and understanding of love has not changed). It may be a bit bloody, but in fact, life is more bloody than the story.
If anyone sees this article, thank you for reading it. I hope it will inspire you.
Intention: Love is not a game or acceptance, but the feeling in one's heart.