I often worry about my high ability to empathize. I often see a thin, hunched old man on the road carrying a big bag. The bag is bigger than a person, walking slowly step by step. I don't know how long it will take. Every time I see this scene, I want to cry, but I can't share this emotion with anyone. People around me can't understand this. Because I am too sensitive, I feel love and pain twice as much.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
