In a year, I have slowed down, and it seems that those comments have gone with the wind, but sometimes I always wonder whether I love the characters in my writing. They were born in my writing, and their sufferings were caused by me. Self-blame and guilt overwhelmed me, but it is obvious that I love them the most. It is not I who made them, but they made me.
Purpose: I hope that all people can find the flower path under their feet