He needs an introduction, but I don't think I can define Him. He is not a book, but another world. Every time I write about Him, I just feel that I am controlling the fate of everyone in the book. Writers often have such power and get great satisfaction from it, but I don't like such manipulation, but it cannot appear without such manipulation. It's really funny. But isn't the reality just like that? It's rare to get the best of both worlds, and giving up one thing is the mainstream. This is the origin of exchange.
Intent: A description of love