SUMMARY & SYNOPSIS
Everyone bears a love like a tattoo, leaving a permanent mark that cannot be obliterated. Zhenrong is Xiaosu’s tattoo. Xiaosu is Yuzheng’s tattoo. In this lifetime, nobody can replace the tattoo engraved upon one’s heart.
In order to seize headlines, willful entertainment reporter Du Xiaosu disguises herself as a nurse to slip into a hospital, where she fatefully encounters neurosurgeon Shao Zhenrong. When she meets Doctor Shao, the epitome of a true gentleman, she embarks on a relentless pursuit of his heart before finally winning his love.
Alas, happiness is as volatile as fireworks. It is impossible to fully grasp the feeling with your fingers before it slips away again. Just as they manage to receive everyone’s blessing, the appearance of Shao Zhenrong’s second brother Lei Yuzheng shatters all of Du Xiaosu’s hopes and dreams.
“I met her first.” The moment he speaks these words, Lei Yuzheng knows that he has truly fallen in love with Du Xiaosu. Only, they met at the wrong place at the wrong time. Due to the pain of a betrayal in her youth, Du Xiaosu allowed a singular moment of sorrow to get the better of her. Their first encounter was a mistake, as they were both intoxicated. Nevertheless, the sentiment of love has no concept of beginning, running endlessly deep. That senseless moment of passion rendered itself an eternal memory for Lei Yuzheng.
As for Du Xiaosu, the only one in her heart is the perfect and tender Shao Zhenrong. Little did she know that a mere moment of indulgence would plunge her into an emotional struggle between two worthy loves. In the end, Du Xiaosu must come to terms with the fallout. After all, you can deceive the world, but you cannot deceive your own heart.
Ultimately, this is a story about waiting. Du Xiaosu resolutely waits for Shao Zhenrong. Indeed, she may wait forever without turning back. Therefore, she may never know that behind her is someone who is waiting just as persistently for the moment she finally turns around.
The graceful descent of snowflakes silently vanishing against the surface of the sea: these ostensibly myriad flowers were nothing more than passing dreams, just like their love.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
These so-called variety flowers were but a dream. I once carved moments in time with love.
This is probably one of the most difficult books I have penned since my debut novel. I felt as if I were a silkworm, discharging silk thread yet never forming cocoons. Up until I started writing the ending, the process did indeed come easily and fluidly to me, much to my surprise.
Those variety flowers that have been scattered at seaside will gradually melt into the waves and finally depart the pages of this story. Look closely at it all. My unsteady hands pieced together this tale, little by little. Do you feel as if these faraway pains were ultimately able to depict a complete story?
What is it about someone that makes us fall in love? Is it because we are hopeless and awkward and desperate for love? Is it because that someone looked back and smiled? Or was it something they said? Something they did? Is it nothing other than the simple fact that they are them and not someone else?
As always, the main characters in this novel still have their flaws. But even imperfect people contain goodness in their hearts. They will fall in love with someone and hope that the other person is happy. Such is the story I have always wanted to tell.
— FEI WO SI CUN
Tears in Heaven 