This story is about the author who had a voice in his head telling me what happened when he was severely schizophrenic, and then I actually took it seriously. Why is it called an amnesia butterfly? Why does an ordinary heroine become the star of the class again? Why can't the male and female protagonists recognize each other? Maybe the heroine is a fantasy version of me in another world. Although ordinary, it can still attract that person's attention. This is what I care about and need, so it can be regarded as a semi-autobiographical novel about a boring life. I wrote it to kill time but it was written seriously. I hope that even one person can see my ridiculous work, that's all. In the author's eyes, everyone is a circle, and there is no need to find his/her semicircle to complete the other semicircle. The shining twin stars illuminate the sky even brighter.
Intention: Cherish life and love yourself