Tell Me, Are There Thieves in Lijiang?

Love, from ancient times to the present, is a heartbreaking and difficult thing to talk about. When I read Pure White JJ's story on Xinlei, I felt incredibly heartbroken and almost cried. If I couldn't be so carefree and detached, I would curse them and their ancestors for eight generations, and I would haunt them even as a ghost! Hehe. Pretty twisted.

Women are mostly like this; aside from their own, they can basically solve everyone else's love problems, haha.

We all know the ending of the story passed down for thousands of years: loving the wrong person, expressing the wrong feelings, misunderstanding the wrong intentions—no matter how much you plan, no matter how much you try to cover your ears, if the bell doesn't want to ring, the loud sound will cause even the most skilled thief to fail.

Oh my god, my first encounter with Xinlei was more than ten years ago!

Smiling in the afterlife? How fitting. Those five fist-widths apart, from body to heart, separated our entire lives. Finally, I couldn't help but sigh again.

Love can also be a one-person affair.

My eyes are wet... Love can also be a one-person affair.

Comparing the dates reveals that the author's title was published earlier than Xinlei's.

Isn't this the same as the name on Xinlei's blog?

I really like the name Wen Han. However, in this story, it's just a name. It seems that in most of the short stories written by adults, the women are the kind of women I like. As for the men, I don't like many... Only Amon, Qilin, and Little Tiger. Although the others are also nice...