I tend to be too self-absorbed towards strangers, so it doesn't affect me. I just want to write the whole text sweetly...
The early part is relatively dull, please keep reading~
I don't know if you can see that what I want to write is not so much a book as it is my inner world, life, and society.
Maybe it's to redeem each other, to pull each other out of the world of self-satisfaction and self-isolation.
[The author has a glass heart, if you have any logical problems, please gently suggest them, otherwise I will be a little bit intolerable]
Concept: In the imaginary world of books, tomorrow will always come