Outside the cabin, waves rolled one after another under the night sky.
Inside the cabin, An Yunzhi rested against the glass window, gazing out at the pitch-black night, a sense of ineffable bewilderment washing over her.
Pleasure mingled with pain, as if she had just downed a jar of potent liquor. All the memories of the past, all her recent frustrations—it felt as though everything had come pouring out at once.
'This isn't how I imagined it would be.'
'I've never even been in a real relationship my whole life.'
The reason was simple.
She had never found any of the age-appropriate young men around her to be worthy of a second glance.
From middle school onward, there had been an endless stream of boys confessing their feelings for her. Over the years, there had to have been at least a hundred. Some of them were exceptional, and some were truly sincere. But most of them were only interested in what she represented.
And once she got to college, it happened even more often.
