I am a novelist. My pen outlines thousands of worlds, but I cannot control the operation of all things. I don't know when, a little character in my novel woke up. His fate was tragic, and he could not escape death in the end. He was unwilling to accept it and began to resist this unfair fate. The life when I saw him, he was sitting on the city wall, the strong wind rolled up his clothes, and there was no desire for life in his eyes. The moment he jumped off the city wall, I suddenly realized that maybe I was wrong. I had tampered with his tragic life for the sake of the novel. I tried to change his ending, but a complete world has been formed in the book, and the ending has been decided, even if I am the author of the book, it can't help.
