This story carries my ideal of a perfect life and the cruelty of reality. I hope that what I write is true and reliable and realistic. Not all questions have answers, and not all answers have a destination. I don't know how to define this past event.
I still don't understand. How can I let something happen under my hands that I obviously don't have and may never have the chance to encounter or experience in this life? Fiction is always better than reality, and reality is always hard to believe.