CP完结
节选
“Perhaps it‘s true that we do not really exist until there’s someone there to see us existing, we can not properly speak until there‘s someone there who can understand what we're saying, in essence, we’re not wholly alive until we‘re loved.”
--Alain De Botton
第一章
盛夏正午的北京，阳光热`辣得好像粘在皮肤上一样，陈非站在这大太阳底下，白`皙的脸上被烤得浮起一阵不正常的红晕，白色衬衫后面湿了一小片，贴在背上，有点黏腻。他不适地扯了扯衣服，抬头看面前的写字楼，玻璃幕墙在阳光照射下反射出刺眼得