I used to think that love was pure and love was everything.
But when I was 22 years old, I realized that love was just a dream. When I woke up from the dream, nothing was there, as if it had never happened.
It seems that love does not exist in this world at all.
So love is illusion.
I love Gao Zian, Cheng Zhongqiu loves Liu Sha, Gu Ruochu loves Zhang Hao, Zhang Jiaqi loves Meng Qiuyun, and Wu Xiaoguai loves Qian Jiakai.
But in fact none of us understand what love is.
I am a woman and I can only see things from a woman's perspective.
Of course, of course, I am just recalling and organizing. I can't change what has happened, and I can't participate in other people's lives. All I can do is record it after it happens.
So, this is probably a memoir rather than a novel.