Memoirs of an Escape Artist

On the day she decided to take a leave of absence, Xu Xingran went to her advisor for a signature.

The advisor silently sized her up, then finally signed. He didn't forget to add, "If you're going to stay in this state, you might as well go home and farm."

After leaving the living hell of the research group and lab behind, Xu Xingran fled to a tiny backwater town.

There, she met Chen Zhixu, her advisor's prized student, the golden boy who had eaten his way into the advisor's heart.

Wearing oversized rubber boots, the young man stood in the muddy field, farming.

When they met again, the table was covered with photos of the two protagonists pressed against or holding each other. Beside them lay a creased, yellowing notebook filled with research notes about "Chen Zhixu."

The handwriting was neat and the details thorough. It must have belonged to some extremely creepy woman.

The former "couple" in the photos stood facing each other by the table. A bystander looked on with a sigh. "Mr. Chen, this may involve a violation of privacy. You can report it to the police."

Chen Zhixu only watched Xu Xingran, who claimed to be the owner but had been detained. She sat quietly, composed and unyielding, without looking his way once.

"No need." He pointed at the suspect and slowly said, "Just hand her over to me."

Ever since Chen Zhixu was dumped, he'd been looking for Xu Xingran, the absurd thief who had stolen his life.

Rekindled romance

Melancholy ghost girl x heaven's favorite boy

[My Other Novel, The Last Cable Car, Is Seeking Bookmarks]

On the last cable car of the day, Shu Yan rode with Meng Qian, and they spent forty minutes together high above the ground.

She had never been alone with him for so long. In the warm light of the setting sun, she stole glances at Meng Qian through her fingers.

Handsome and taciturn, just as he had been back then. Exactly her type.

Even though they had only ended up riding together because they were the last two, and the locked door had trapped them inside, he still stayed pressed against the wall, an arm's length away from her. Shu Yan was perfectly content, treating it as the fulfillment of her youthful dream.

They spent most of the ride in silence, until Meng Qian finally said his first words to her. "I used to like you."

"?" Shu Yan whipped around as if struck by lightning.

His expression was grim. "Did you know?"

"???"

Back in school, Shu Yan thought Meng Qian was arrogant and looked down on all the lovesick girls going through puberty.

In Meng Qian's eyes, Shu Yan could only ever be in love with studying and the class's academic representative.

A love remembered, reunited after a long separation

Theme: Life's pauses are there so we can keep moving forward.