He Changsheng

I think back on my life, and on my birthday. I hug my knees and ponder. Old dreams linger, hazy and faint. This life will never grow old, yet the world holds no flavor.

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They say this is a household-intrigue novel.

They say it's the tragic tale of a heroine caught in her own tangled thoughts.

They say it's a romantic story of N men fighting over one woman.

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They say good men are beasts in human guise.

They say wicked women are immortal cockroaches who keep coming back.

They say the ones caught in the middle are free punching bags and emergency ATMs.

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