I wrote this novel for one person, to write a book, to write about one person, to wait for one person. I don't know whether it is to make up for regrets, or whether it is because I always firmly believe that our story will have a continuation. I don't know, but it seems to be my one-man show from beginning to end. I even dare not write this. I always feel inferior because of love in my heart.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
