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In college, Shu Ivana and Jiang Yan had a brief relationship. On the day they got together, she had just come out of a bar. The snow was a mess, and the sky was pale. She faced the wind and snow, using alcohol cotton pads to wipe her dirty hands over and over again. A black Bentley stopped, the car window sunk, the man with a small mole in the corner of his eye, the expression of coldness, but the opening is a sentence: come up, I'll send you back. As if the drowning person grabbed the last piece of driftwood,...