The Story of Roses: Huang Yimei's Inner Monologue

I once thought that love was the simplest and purest thing in the world, like the sun, it warms when it shines. It wasn't until I actually experienced it that I realized it was like a maze. It was easy to get in but too difficult to get out. And I, Huang Yimei, have been lost, struggled, and found my direction again in this maze. What this book records is not the stories seen by the world, but the unknown inner turmoil of me, Huang Yimei.