I am Jiajianan, 35 years old, and a loser. No father, no mother, no brothers or sisters. My elderly grandmother passed away and left me a small grocery store, which was my source of survival. I write novels part-time. I accidentally met a woman with outstanding temperament who turned out to be a character created in my book. Every look and every smile is exactly the same as the plot of my novel. I was intoxicated with it, creating plots every day, and meeting her until I fell in love sweetly, like glue. Suddenly one day, the mental hospital took me away and said I was suffering from delusion.
But what about the living women around me?
Am I mentally ill?
Intention: The individual has been derailed from society for a long time, living in delusions every day, feeling decadent and depressed.