This can be considered a book about self-awakening and self-salvation. This is the first time I have written a long novel, and I have written about my experiences of the past ten years.
The more I write, the more painful it becomes, and the more I write, the more I want to cry. It was originally expected to be completed in three months, but I forced myself to write it for half a year before I could barely finish it.
When the past events are long enough to be recalled in detail, I suddenly realize that none of them are worthy of comfort. They are all broken, messy, and failed.
Intention: What I have personally experienced