Chen Shilu, 32, is a corporate executive by day and a bar regular by night. He has many “friends”—from casual flings to long-term acquaintances who provide mutual care and are almost like family. However, the position of “lover” has remained perpetually vacant. Everyone in their circle knows he adheres to a no-love philosophy. Chen Shilu doesn’t mind; he certainly has love, but the person he loves most is himself.
His relationships with friends are based on mutual benefit, and his standard for happiness is self-sufficiency. He lived this way for years, until Chi Huang crashed into his orbit like a runaway meteor.
This handsome man, who wears “frivolity” and “carelessness” on his sleeve, seems detached even when kissing, yet he claims Chen Shilu is “the only existence that makes life less boring.” Chi Huang himself doesn’t understand why this seemingly pretentious man excites him more than leaning into a curve while racing, sparking a desire for possession he’d never felt before.
Chi Huang has a new worry. He wants to win Chen Shilu over, secretly searching for his weakness. He never finds a weakness, but instead discovers that Chen Shilu is far more experienced and wilder than he is.
This is a story about hating that the bright moon doesn’t shine only upon me. Chen Shilu’s assessment of Chi Huang: “He wasted the perfect skin of a romantic rake. He’s fundamentally a selfish little brat, the kind who throws a tantrum and cries if he loses the game.”
Raw Novel Name: 恨明月
