The last time Jian Hang was this close to Qin Moling was when they were getting the marriage certificate and they were taking ID photos. At that time, getting closer was done as a last resort. The photographer reminded the two of them several times to get closer, and Qin Moling only reluctantly did so.… Continue reading

It was very comfortable to sip coffee while scrolling through your phone. Jian Hang’s Weibo was only used to read news. She never posted updates. The only real friend on her follow list was Tan Feng—all the rest were people from the financial circle. Tan Feng, like her, liked posts occasionally but never posted himself.… Continue reading

When Qin Moling left his office, there was only ten minutes left before the set time to enter the exhibition hall. From Lemeng to the exhibition hall, plus the traffic jam on the road, it took almost an hour to arrive. He thought Jian Hang had gone in early. When he arrived at the ticket… Continue reading

The tickets come in an envelope. “What is it?” Jian Hang asked, opening it. She had read about this art exhibition in her circle of friends. A friend went to see it and said it was a good experience. Jian Hang was busy with projects during this period and hadn’t paid attention to any news… Continue reading