On my first day in elementary school, my father disappeared. Ten years later, I suffered from heart disease. My mother left me to save me. From then on, I was alone. Later, I had friends, brothers, and a lover. I thought I had everything an ordinary person should have... It turned out to be just my thoughts. I was alone from beginning to end, and was always just an experimental subject. It's my first time to write a novel, so I'd like to ask for your advice on what's wrong, and it won't be a very long story. To all the old and master readers JJ!