If the Moon Couldn’t Sleep Either

Love is redemption, but love is a prison too. In this ordinary world, we chase romance, either swimming ashore or sinking to the ocean floor. - Seven years ago, all Qiao Yunrong could say to Tang Yizhou, as he stood on the brink of collapse and despair, was, “I'm sorry.” He stared at her with bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted to tear her apart and devour her, bones and all. Seven years later, Tang Yizhou grips her by the throat, ignoring her flushed face as he sneers, “Long time no see.” Qiao Yunrong can barely breathe. - If the moon ever loses sleep, I'll turn night into day for you.