I thought I was unique in the world, but in fact I was just mediocre and unique. I didn't have the courage to make a desperate move, and I was dragged down by reality and couldn't work towards my dreams. But now some of them are like dreams. I'm afraid that my dreams will wake up and turn into nightmares, and I'm afraid that none of this belongs to me. (PS: I haven't filled in all the pitfalls in the last book of Mi Tuan. Don't believe me. I'll update it. Thank you.)
Intention: mediocre