"The beginning of every love story is always bright as a flower, and the end is always silent as earth." - Eileen Chang

Today, in the scorching heat, he passed around half of the city from another county and city, and sent me a few drinks just to meet me.

Reminds me of another person five years ago, almost the same address as today, the same high temperature in the middle of noon, the same desperate foolishness, the same only to meet for a few minutes.

Five years ago, I fell in love with him like a moth to a flame. I couldn't stop, and I didn't care about my life. No one would listen to me. Five years later, I slept with him back to back in the middle of the night. Whoever comes to tell me, I will give up asking for it automatically.

It was a farce that lasted for five years, and finally gave up and let it go.

High concentration of similar repertoires, replay-like scenes, and a heroine whose bad temper will never change, only her appearance will grow old.

In such a troubled world... what will be the ending?