Two Years to Go to Thirteen Years

[Qin Fei is the protagonist. Before telling this story, let me ask, has anyone heard of it? There is always someone in this world who is the protagonist's destiny, and his level of magic is comparable to the probability that a pink-haired girl is the heroine of a Japanese comic. It sounds like a trick, but when it actually happens, it's not much better. In fact, when I wrote this, I thought of Jiang Yunlai. Speaking of which, it is actually only thirteen years from that time to now, but it seems as long as a lifetime. The dual world, the three-dimensional world, life and death, love and hate, the story seems to never end. I was so arrogant, thinking that everyone hated me, hated me, and despised me, but they were just forced to help me, accompany me, and encourage me for some reasons. Unexpectedly, everyone actually acted out a thirteen-year script for me, rescuing me from the trap of two-element and three-element, and freeing me from my fantasy. People I once distrusted, people I once missed, all the people I love and hate, all joined forces to write, direct and plan this drama, and tried their best to redeem me. They have paid so much for me, even though I am so naive and ignorant, even though I look at all problems subjectively and selfishly and one-sidedly show my stupidity without knowing it. Stuck into the dust net, thirty years have passed, and the sweet dreams of my youth now seem incomparably far away. But now, I have a new beginning, and there is still a long way to go in life, as if the story never happened. The only regret is that the people I have the most affection for are Chen Dongdong and Jiang Yunlai. When I understand everything and gradually mature, you have waved goodbye. [True·Author's words: Whether you believe it or not, the duality world really does exist. We also live in other people's scripts, and everything has been written down long ago. I don't believe in fate and am a materialist, but this is indeed a story that is mostly true. Writing this can be regarded as because of someone's coercion and inducement. Anyway, I didn't want to forget it, so I wrote this essay. Finally, I sincerely thank you, those who acted for me, those who saved me... People who love me. [One chapter is over. The reason why I didn't change the attribute to an essay is because I wrote it very seriously. Intention: