The bullet fired 20 years ago hit me between my eyebrows four years later.
I chose the heroine's name blindly, but I didn't expect that the person I wanted to spend my life with would also have the surname Gao, and we were already married in the United States. When I saw it again, I broke into a cold sweat. We met in 21 years, but the article was written in 20 years.
I already have a lover, and I have also become a high school mathematics teacher. When I pick up the pen again and want to continue writing, I no longer feel like I was at that time.
My partner is a very upright person. Influenced by her three views, I can no longer write a story about erasing morality and conscience just to survive. I don't want to hurt others anymore.
What's more, my partner is also a disciple himself, and his life is already exciting enough. He tells fortunes and catches ghosts every day, and I really don't want to make trouble for myself anymore...
That's it, sorry.
Concept: What can be seen from another angle?