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320 pages, Hardcover
First published May 27, 2025
"From lost notes carried by the breeze,
Came new promises whispered with ease."
"I never wanted you to hate me,...
I never wanted you to leave. i only meant to tease you until you truly noticed me"
"Qin ai de.”
“Did you just call me your worst enemy?”
He smiles against my lips. “I was lying.”
"What?”
“Qin ai de doesn’t mean my worst enemy,” he says. “It means my love.”
"Be my enemy. Be my friend. Be the person I get to love. Just don't be a stranger. I don’t think my heart would survive it."
“I wrote you a letter—”
WHAT LETTER. WHAT. LETTER.
“You’re so mysterious—except there’s nothing really mysterious about me. It’s just that I’m not very loud and open about the things I love, or I can’t be sure of what I love in the first place.”
“I didn’t know what I could possibly do to make you so much as look my way.”
“He didn’t say good morning to me, and I greeted him, like, twenty times.”
“You have to believe that there are people who will genuinely like you, and care about you, and worry over you when something’s wrong.”
“We know each other very well,”
“If by very well you mean that I have dreamed of murdering you,”
“So you’ve dreamed of me?”
“But for the first time in a while, I’m surrounded by people who know nothing about my history, and I want to keep it that way. I could be anybody here.”
“I’m here, I think to myself again, yet what I really mean is: I’m home.”
“Of course it makes sense, qin ai de,”
“What did you call me just now?”
“Hm?”
“Qin ai de, or whatever that was, it sounded like an insult.”
“It means my worst enemy,”
“You have a nice voice.”
“You must be tired.”
“What?”
“When you’re tired,” he says, “you forget to hate me.”
“I forget to hate you a lot of the time,”
“I suppose what I’m trying to say is that everything you touch turns beautiful. The world becomes beautiful, as long as there’s you.”
“You’ve always been beautiful—beautiful like the stars are, like Shanghai is. I could never get sick of looking at you.”
“He knows me in ways I wouldn’t have thought anyone ever could, or would ever even bother to. It’s like he’s reached into my brain and peered at the mess there and gently untangled everything.”
“He kisses me not like he wants to own me, but like he’s mine, and he’s desperate to prove it.”
“And suddenly I’m scared that I’ve gone too far with this little revenge plan of mine, that everything’s slipping out of my control. I’d wanted his heart, but I hadn’t wanted to give away mine.”
“What are you smiling at?” Cyrus asks me.
Nothing, I want to say. Everything.
“Look,” we say, saving these little pieces of beauty for each other, “Do you see it too? Isn’t the world such a strange, lovely, breathtaking place?”
“It means, literally, that the heart is moved by something—or more often, someone. A sensation firmer than butterflies in your stomach but more fleeting than love.”
“A real friend. My mind browses through the years and comes back empty-handed. You have plenty of people you hang out with at school, I try to remind myself. Hundreds of numbers in your phone. People who compliment you all the time and invite you to things. But how many of them can I actually call?”
“Sometimes it feels like there’s an invisible comment section floating around in my brain, and with every mistake I make, every wrong thing I say, these imaginary spectators who vaguely resemble my classmates from my old schools flock forward to pass judgment.”
“Why not? It’s very easy to fall in love with you, Leah. The easiest thing in the world.”
“I don’t love you in the darkness; I love you in the light.”
“Leah. You remind me of the greatest sculptors, who can turn marble into the impression of billowing silk, the coldest stone into something soft. I suppose what I’m trying to say is that everything you touch turns beautiful.”
“I think I ruin everything I touch.”
“Like the sun is all I can see when he’s with me. It makes his features look softer, burns the strands of his hair gold like alchemy in motion, bathing him in its glow.”
“i would imagine myself as anything and everything: a poet, writing to their one true love; a princess, standing up to retrieve her crown at long last; an artist, grieving over their lost muse. back when the future felt endless, expansive, and all the options delighted rather than terrified me.”
⊹my thoughts🌷
⊹plot!💌
⊹characters!💗
⊹romance!💐
“there’s never been anybody else for me. there never will be.”
⊹quotes!💝
⊹a message for kella😽
ᝰ.ᐟ “The world becomes beautiful, as long as there's you.”
ᝰ.ᐟ "you're told to put your head down. stick it out. grit your teeth until they break. shut up and be grateful. remember that you're living out every girl's dream, and nobody wants to hear about the nights you lie awake hurting, so hungry you could gnaw on your own hand."
ᝰ.ᐟ "i feel a spasm of self-consciousness, certain that i’m doing it wrong, that i look stupid, that i’m about to be made fun of. sometimes it feels like there’s an invisible comment section floating around in my brain, and with every mistake i make, every wrong thing i say, these imaginary spectators who vaguely resemble my classmates from my old schools flock forward to pass judgment."
ᝰ.ᐟ ”looking back on the long course of human history and everything we’ve survived and haven’t survived, i’m actually very lucky”
ᝰ.ᐟ ”but i meant it when i said that i can be whatever you want me to be: whether that’s an enemy for you to curse and hold a grudge against for the rest of your life; a friend you can trust to accompany you anywhere and drive you safely back home, the one you can call at any hour of the night and tell all your secrets to; or the person you fall for, who will always wear a jacket so you don’t have to bring yours, who will be the first to find you when you’re lost and alone, who will remind you how heart-wrenchingly, unfathomably beautiful you are even on days when you don’t feel it."
⊹ “but this doesn’t feel like I’m escaping—it feels like I’m returning. like I’m reaching back in time for the person I used to be, before the tears stained my pillow and the blisters split my feet.”
⟡ pre-release ꒰ 🚞 ꒱12.09.2024 — GUYS, THE COVER DROPPED. The way I squealed!!! the green, the train… it stunning 🤭 I believe that Ann Liang is incapable of doing ugly covers