When We Met in the Rose-Blooming Season

This is for you: a long contemporary romance novel that begins with a human-caused accident, like a thread drawing together scattered, dust-covered pearls representing family, friendship, and love. One by one, they await your judgment.

“Though nothing that followed went as she had hoped, she never regretted choosing to stay by her mother's side. It was as if, deep down, she'd already sensed that their paths would one day diverge., Qin Weishi”

“I'm a businessman. Maximizing profit is in my nature; stepping in when the moment calls for it is my instinct to protect you., Chunyu Qian”

“You can find your way back, because I still love you., Qiu Jian

// Ha! You don't understand me, but I know myself., Qiu Fan”

“He doesn't love me., Lin Youxuan

// I love you!”

“Look, after sixty moves, neither of us has lost a piece. It should have been a draw, but before he left, he deliberately gave me one.” Ji Xun pointed to the missing corner of the board. “Miss Yan, do you know why?”

How could Yan Yating know? The first sixty moves had been proof of skill; he lost that one piece because he could afford to.

Beneath a vast canopy of tung blossoms, she could only smile to herself.

If pretending is how I can get close to you and love you, then that skill has long since become part of my daily life.

You see, they're always like that: they know, and yet they remain stubbornly devoted.

I know you have a lot of grievances against this world. I know we've disappointed you, too. I know you're truly exhausted. But I still hope...