Originally I wanted to learn from The Killer Is Not Too Cold, but in the end I only borrowed the setting of the male and female protagonist's next-door neighbor in The Killer Is Not Too Cold. And after watching the first half of the movie yesterday, I discovered that the floor in that building is not a solid wood floor, but a tile floor.
And I don't want to write about a scenario where a twelve-year-old boy lives inside LOUIS (I'm not ironic that this killer is not too cold).
LOUIS and JUNE are two adults, this is a love story between two adults (the male protagonist is Louis Koo, and Louis Koo is the male protagonist)
I didn't expect it to turn out like this when I was writing it. In the past few days, I have been writing four to five thousand words a day, and I feel as if I have already had this story in my mind. There is no lag at all. After writing one chapter, the plot of the next chapter pops out on its own. It's super magical. Even I don't know why.
As for the final outcome, who knows
Concept: Two souls loving each other equally