When I was a child, I had my own dream. But as time goes by, and after a little bit of recognition of reality, I realize that the so-called ideal is just a kind of comfort for myself. I treat people with kindness, and people treat me with evil. Or, this is the so-called society, the so-called reality. We just keep playing our roles, it seems like this has been the case since we were born.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
