Mo Yan never considered himself as a man of profound emotions, he didn't have many friends, and he barely had contact with the few he had.
People said it was because he was too obsessed. Since eight years ago, he had closed off his heart and since then he was stuck in a quagmire he could never escape.
But he himself, he never noticed it.
Was he too obsessed? But if it wasn't for this deep fixation rooted at the bottom of his heart, how could he have survived these eight years?
He often recalled the day she left. He had finished work, eagerly driving his car to meet her. He had brought roses because she had always complained that he wasn't a romantic!
That day, for the first time in their five years together, he bought her flowers. He wanted to be romantic for her, wanted to tell her he loved her.
But he didn't manage to do so in time. Because just a few minutes before he reached their scheduled meeting place, his phone rang. Someone informed him that she had an accident.
