You know what it is. You pick up a book, turn to the title page, and find that the author has dedicated this book to someone else, not you.
But this time it's different.
Because we have never met/only met once/are crazy about each other/have not seen each other for a long time/have some kind of connection/will never meet. Despite this, I believe we will definitely maintain goodwill towards each other.
This is dedicated to you.
You know how, and maybe why.
He is a god, some kind of god who lives next door. He is greedy, lustful, cunning, and full of lies. But he was also kind, lucky, and even occasionally honest. Sometimes he is a good guy, sometimes he is a bad guy, but he is never a bad guy. "He's not a god. He's my dad."
Fat Charlie lived a normal life in London. When he called his long-estranged father who lived in the United States and invited him to attend his wedding, he found out that his father had just passed away. Fat Charlie went to Florida to attend his father's funeral, and the thrilling stories unfolded one by one...