Suddenly I wanted to write something. I wanted to write about a selfish, entangled, sensitive, and suspicious person, but not a treacherous or evil person.
The writing is not good and the story should be like a running account, very everyday. The protagonist is not a perfect person and has many shortcomings. I would like to apologize here first. The author has a soft heart and does not like to quit. Please do not make insulting comments.
Intention: Life is like swallowing dates in a hurry, passing by hastily