Even on a cloudy day, stars still shine beyond the thick blanket of clouds.
I have lived to be thirty, often wondering whether life and death are truly as distinct as black and white.
Is there no middle ground?
Something neither alive nor dead, yet both alive and dead.
A living body carrying a soul that has already died.
I feel as though I have been dead for thirty years, here among the living, beneath the sun.
Until I met Gu Lianxing.
[Important Notice]
• No entry for readers who require sexually pure characters
• The story alternates between first-person narrators
• The two leads' mental health ratings combine to create a bewildering 1 + 1 < 1 effect. If you only want to read about perfect protagonists, please spare yourself
Dedicated to Baili
Theme: I love the me who loves you.
