It was too late when he met that special person, and he also knew why he felt it was too late.
Then a sudden fire burned everything, leaving only the pages where he walked into "fantasy" out of curiosity and fell into the quagmire.
The night wind passed through the gap and reached his isolated island. In the silent manuscript library, a lonely hand opened the unknown text. From then on, the "fantasy" he had nowhere to tell inherited this unrepentant hope. On the title page of another volume, flowers bloomed in the known sins, and another so-called hero was secretly hatched.
Intention: In the beginning, human nature is inherently evil; in life, human nature is inherently good.