At first, it was just a short story I wrote when I was bored, and it is stored in my hard drive. Every year when I read it, I feel that it can be continued and developed. Although it is not long, it really took me ten years to rewrite it one after another. This story taught me a lot, and through her, I slowly sorted out the context of a certain part of my complex. I also posted it here a few years ago. It was very immature at the time, but today I suddenly feel like a growing child can finally meet people. So I send it again to my younger self, thank you for your hard work.
Conception: