Fang Si-Chi's First Love Paradise

He discovered that social taboos about sex were all too convenient for him. After he raped a girl, the whole world would point at her and tell her that it was her own fault. And then this girl would actually think it was her fault.

Si-Chi's hairline was straight as a highway. If you drove along it, it would lead to the most sinister truth in the world.

Her solitude was not from being alone, but from having nobody at all.

Every single thing in this world belonged to a hometown that Si-Chi would never know again.

After Teacher's Day in her first year in junior high school, she had stopped growing up.

... she would never understand how it felt to be a woman aware of her own beauty, walking on the street and holding her head low.

Do only those who enjoy life continue to live?

She couldn’t understand how someone in her world dared to cry before she did.

Little Fang Si-Chi's writing was like the smile of a chubby kid; grown Fang Si-Chi's writing was like the face of a famous political commentator.

It felt like running her hands over the stone wall of an ancient ruin and suddenly touching a piece of hardened gum; it was like forgetting one simple word in the flowing lecture that is life.