What are you doing? I'm pretending. Pretend, pretend what? Pretend to be alive. A philosopher once said: "Some people who are alive are actually dead long ago and are only buried when they are seventy years old." That's me.
Meeting him was not like spring water meeting pear blossoms, nor was it like thunder from heaven and fire from earth. I picked up a large rhinestone in a pile of rubbish. I later found out that the rhinestone was actually a piece of glass. What can be said? All you can say is that I'm blind. That's it, accept your fate? Impossible.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
