I witnessed their love, but lost their beloved.
I didn't write my name because I didn't want to disturb them.
I fell into self-doubt and self-contradiction for a long time, and I even thought about the complexity of human nature.
I tried to see emotions from a perspective that was as objective and indifferent as possible, free from subjectivity, but I failed. I was swayed by my feelings, I was tortured by my feelings. Fortunately, I didn't tell anyone about this feeling, including Qin Qiu.
I silently crushed this feeling bit by bit, spliced it bit by bit, and then crushed it again, over and over again, finding a sense of reality in the pain.
I like Qin Qiu because she is my lifelong confidant. We have known each other since junior high school. We have similar views and we will do our best for each other.
I hate Qin Qiu, because the day she made this relationship of mine never see the light of day, I envy her, I'm jealous of her, but I don't hate her.
Perhaps, when I picked up the pen and wrote the words, I felt relieved. But from another perspective, isn't it the groundbreaking of an obsession?
First person perspective
The whole book describes "my" experience, "my" feelings, pain, and struggles...
This is a self-report from an ordinary person. I hope people who have seen "me" for half of my life can feel something.
"I" am a woman
Qin Qiu is "my" friend, female
Jiang Han is a male, Qin Qiu's partner after high school, "my" former...
Intention: a person's self-narration