When my friends talk about my parents' love for me, in order not to make others think that I am pitiful, I always rack my brains to search for the occasional love from my parents in the past 20 years in the garbage pile of memories, and then happily tell it to my friends, so that they feel that I am my parents' baby just like them. Underneath my fictitious warmth was hypocritical love and the self-righteous education of my parents. My parents say that I must be humble, so they will never approve of me. My parents say that I must be obedient, so I cannot have my own opinions. My parents say that I must be filial, so I will be labeled as a white-eyed wolf whenever I am dissatisfied with them...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
