The origin of the story is that my friend always wanted me to write a tragedy about love.
To this end, I looked up all kinds of illnesses and just hoped to create a reasonable death for the protagonist.
In fact, for me, the saddest thing is not death, nor is it the death of all the people in the novel, but some tragedies caused by the cruelty of reality, the interference of the environment, and the pressure of life.
These tragedies are the most real and cruel, but in the end I still want to give death to the people I write about.
Let's call it a legitimate tragedy, or maybe I just want to bring a perfect ending to this story—because sometimes, I really feel that it's more uncomfortable for her to be alive than to be dead.
I hope that at the end of this tragedy, some warm and bright light can shine through.
Because there is light, life has meaning. Only by pursuing these lights can you feel happy.
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