The Girlfriend at the End of the World has something of the Murakami translated by Lin Shaohua. It also feels a little like Lu Nei.

Terasetsu’s piece is exceptional.

Every story ends with a trace of sadness and solitude. Mono no aware.

The author’s style does not yet seem settled, but it is truly good. I hope they stay healthy and happy.

I am not good at reading short stories, so I read it on and off for a long time. When I finished it, I felt that it broke my long-held impression that China has only realist literature and fiction.

A revision to my view: the lubricant that keeps me reading is not romance, but girls. A-Bao proves that can work too.