At the end of the 1980s, I have begun to admit that I am old. I no longer have the youth and passion of the post-90s generation, but only a tired heart running around for life. I can't help but sigh: It turns out that we who were born in the 1980s have all grown old, but we have never been willing to accept old age. The advent of the mid-life crisis, the spur of the fast pace in life and work... I want to be a rebel in fast-forwarding life, and want to plant a "little forest" of my own, but not everyone has the courage to start from scratch. Whether there is or not, life will go on and the story will always begin...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
