A Book Suitable for 19-Year-Olds

[No rebirth, no system, sad literature, growth, self-salvation] I don't know where I can go, I don't know if I can go back. Maybe... "What are you doing squatting here?" At this time, an arrogant voice came from behind. I looked back, you little brat, didn't you see that I was feeling sad? "Who are you? How come I haven't seen you before?" I looked at the little kid in front of me. He was actually wearing a European medieval evening dress. "Are you cosplaying?" I planned to take the initiative and seize the initiative. "The way you squat here really looks like an abandoned wild dog. You can only lick your own wounds." The little boy still spoke arrogantly. "No, is there something wrong with you? Why are you scolding me for nothing?" I got angry. "Humph, cowardice is a person's self-protection in the face of difficult stress." He still spoke arrogantly. "I'll go, crazy." I hate this little brat very much, not because he is rude, but because every word he says touches the pain point in my heart. I'm not going to make trouble with this little kid here. I'm going downstairs. I'm going to go for a walk on the street. I'll come back when he goes away. "Are you still thinking about running away? Why don't you dare to face it? Cowardly and cowardly human beings, do you need to ask me for help?" He suddenly opened his arms as if to hug something.