I've always wanted to do something.
One night some images suddenly flashed through my mind, and I wanted to write this novel.
Set in China at the beginning of the 20th century, it uses some elements that may be inconsistent with common sense and even feel absurd to do something for an unfortunate person.
The "good" in the story is me, and the "evil" is also me. Their essences are the splitting of chaotic individuals, and they are the two sides of a person's thoughts.
I "translate" the ending that is more understandable to others, and give it back to this unfortunate person, and also to all the bad "Is".
Let me use this story to make up for the regret that I can't do some things.
Intention: I want to satirize some things, show some pain, and condemn some people