Wanqiu died in autumn. My sadness at her passing is real, and my relief is also real. When she was young, she would always hold up her scrawled signature in front of my eyes, telling me that when she became famous and exchanged her signature for money, she would also ask me to ghostwrite her autobiography. I accepted her signature and agreed to ghostwrite it. Now, she has broken her promise. It seems that I should forget these things and move on with my life. But as her best friend, I must be honest and do what I promised her, so this is the last thing I do for her.
Purpose: Pain and loneliness are our best friends in this life