Under the mask of a noble and prosperous society is an inner shell of corruption and mediocrity.
This society is like a luxurious and beautiful painting, but its paint is the blood of the poor.
The story takes place on a rainy night and ends at dawn.
Is this like a story of reform and return to the light?
No, at least in this society, it's impossible.
A bad weed has been pulled out, but the cancer embedded deep beneath has not been removed.
Even if it is removed, it will soon be "burned out by wildfire and regenerated by the spring breeze."
What is our responsibility?
It's not about completely turning the place we love into a pure land, but it's about doing our best to let everyone live happily and peacefully.
However, empty principles and full of passion,
How can we fight against the pedantic world, dangerous human nature and cruel reality?
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The following is the author's nonsense:
Notes for reading:
1. Some of the things in this article are my personal experiences, and some are adapted based on other things. However, all plots have been adapted, so please don't take it for granted.
2. The author is still young and has never experienced some things. I try my best to write it. If there is something wrong, tell me and I will change it. No need for internet trolls.
3. Reading novels is just for fun, so please read them rationally.
4. This article has no protagonist, it is just a drama with a group of characters.
5. Society, time and space. There is no point in delving into it.
Purpose: The emotional catharsis of the angry young author
