I no longer depict a man as gentle as water, as indifferent as air, and as enchanting as a red lotus as before, nor do I depict a woman as strong as steel, decisive as a sharp sword, and as powerful as a rainbow.
They are real people who can cry, laugh and scold. They will hate themselves and them, they will complain about society, and their eyes will turn red with envy when they see the things they love being taken away.
They are not omnipotent, not perfect, and do not know how to deal with things smoothly. They have a bad fate, low status, and ruin themselves.
There is no twists and turns of the story, no dazzling aura, no affectionate love that lasts until death.
For no other reason than I am describing life.
Life is like the most bizarre novel without a plot. Once you read it to the end, you will still have a long aftertaste.