"That boy felt more and more burdened, and even began showing mild signs of depression."
"Later, he got the chance to study abroad."
"The boy was very happy."
"He thought that even if the girl wouldn't accept the breakup for now, spending some time apart would be good for them."
"But just as he was packing his things..."
Zhao Luzheng paused. "The girl knocked him out."
"Knocked him out?"
Zhuge Yun's expression immediately turned strange. "She didn't lock him up, did she?"
"She did."
Zhuge Yun shuddered. "Not only did she lock him up, she tied him up too, and took care of him every day like he was a doll."
"In the end, the boy bit through his tongue and killed himself."
"The girl kept taking care of his corpse."
"...What kind of bizarre story is that..."
Zhuge Yun's mouth twisted.
"What kind of trash story, you mean!"
Zhao Luzheng looked as if he'd just eaten something disgusting.
"That book seriously traumatized my young and tender mind back then!"
"It took me ages to get over it."
"...How is that a love story?"
Zhang Bo shook his head. "You were reading a horror novel, kid."
"I don't know."
Zhao Luzheng pressed a hand to his stomach.
The queasy feeling he'd had after finishing the story all those years ago was creeping back.
He looked rather pale.
"Anyway, after that book, I never read another love story."
"No, no."
Zhuge Yun defended love stories. "What you read wasn't a love story at all."
"At least, not by any ordinary definition of a love story."
"There are so many sweet and bittersweet love stories out there. How did you manage to find one this bizarre?"
"I'd like to know that too."
Zhao Luzheng