I always thought that I was a good writer, but due to some changes, I realized that I am not a perfect writer, I am just a human being, an ordinary person in an ordinary world.
A person who is willing to write a work that is fussy about everything will ultimately be fussy about everything. A person who cannot write a work that cares about everything is ultimately a person who does not care about everything and is an incomplete person compared to someone who cares about everything.
I am a person who doesn't want to care about everything, but because of the pressure of life, I have to care about everything.
I was fortunate enough to live in a mental hospital for a period of time, and I saw the distortion of human nature, the suffering of people, the glory of life, and the criticism that all human beings have.
This made me think a lot. My brain and my hands forced me to hate this novel. Maybe it is not a perfect novel, maybe it is.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
