My name is Qiu, and this is my monologue (confession).
Write to that person and also to your former self.
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The product of the author's brush.
It is all Qiu's emotional expression, and the writing order is not the usual plot development sequence, but Qiu's confession.
Included is the author's analysis of difficult-to-understand aspects of the play.
In order to make the content fuller and smoother, there are fabricated plots.
PS: I originally planned to post "Distant Journey", but now I need to pay... (Fortunately, I downloaded it before)
The song "Qiu Xi is like the wind" in the new post is written for Qiu.
Conception: