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For every second Kris Wu spends unliving, Amber Liu fills with life.
You look in the mirror, what do you see? Do you see a 27 year old man with a successful career and carefree lifestyle? Or do you see a boy, with far too many lost chances at hand?
Wu Yifan has written characters to their deathbeds, but he's not quite ready to live in one of his stories. Not yet.
There are hopeless romantics, and there are cynics; and then, there is Amber.
Two pocketful of idiots, a dash of Skittles Vodka, a cup of the greatest people you'll ever meet, and a whole lot of bad, bad, decisions. Mix well until homogenous. Hope that somewhere in that mess, there is something that resembles a love story. (Or the one where Henry and Amber are idiots who at relationships -Kim Kibum, 2016)
This is a sequel for some, and a new beginning for others.
Where reality meets fiction, there was you.
10 songs; 10 lines; 10 drabbles.
Oh, look. Its the neighborhood insomniacs.
For the not-so-perfect things romance has to offer. (Just another ordinary day in an ordinary week of their ordinary lives. Until it wasn't)
"Remind me again why I'm here?" He muttered. Amber just laughed at his groggy state and looped her arm on his, dragging him to the glass doors of McDonald's. "One, because you're a great person. Two, because you can't really sa
To fall in love is to fall in stupid. This is fact, and Amber Liu sure learned that the hard way.
There was something about Tokyo at night, Amber figures. When the darkness settles in, it's like a whole new universe opens up, right in the middle of a mechanical industry. There is a sharp contrast: Between the bright lights of Harujuku and the stillness of this park; or the life a small Ramen shop harbors and the organization of a 24-hour convenience store.
This is what I think when I think of us.
It's when she's 27, but you still see the eight year old that you promised forever to.
“There’s always something to remind you of her. “The song playing on the radio. Her favorite drink on the menu. The faint smell of her perfume. Her scarf amidst y
“You and me, no one else. An old pick-up truck, washed-up diners, cheap motels. No cell phones, no schedules, no responsibilities, no nothing. What do you say?”
She is the girl of impossible nature and stainless steel dreams, but even the strongest metals melt under the wrath of a thousand suns.
Jongin is the singularity, the edge where Kyungsoo's infinite stability falls out of place.
Still signs were his friends and the sun is his enemy.
The masterpiece that was you and me.
This is love- an overdrive of emotions bordering into insanity.