Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, or did butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou?
In the parallel world in the novel, is Su Shui writing the novel, or are the characters in her novel writing about her? Or is it like a Russian matryoshka doll, one layer inside another?
The inseparable emotional entanglement between her and Xu Peng is like a long stream of water flowing through the mountains and deserts, and finally merges into the river and the sea.
This is a young, cautious, and evenly matched love.
Intention: When you like someone, love openly.