About This Novel
There was once someone who might understand me. But this man was exactly the man I killed. On the opening day of the exhibition, a strange girl stayed in front of my painting for a long time - only she saw the small window in the painting that no one cared about. For the first time in my life, someone glimpsed my hopeless loneliness in the dark tunnel. We became lovers, but her mystery, alienation, and elusiveness made me suspicious, angry, and sleepless. After countless hardships, I put the knife that ended the pain in my hand. But I think there will be someone who understands me: even just one person.
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