The social structure is complex, and human nature is full of wonders. Those on the margins are either swallowed by the darkness, or have their own beams of light, using self-discipline and forbearance beyond the norm to pull the line between darkness and light.
In the morning when the sun shines, the spirit is always happy. The golden light sweeps away the gloom in the heart, and the soul also shines with light. The light is so beautiful.
Life needs to be supported; I try my best to find another way out. However, apart from practicing the pen for decades, I really can't find any advantage. I registered on the novel writing platform website and wrote down a line of introduction without hesitation: a literary ruffian who walks in the spiritual space with a pen. I like the word "literary ruffian". It represents hip-hop, self-deprecation, dissatisfaction and contempt for fate and life, and also aloofness and confident self-confidence.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
