Four Lives and Four Lifetimes of Love

The place where I met the author is a bit special. I slept in his upper bunk for half a year. Every night I watched him stay up late and work overtime to write novels. He wrote while standing guard and lying on the bed while sleeping. Writing is considered contraband in any place. He was like this. I wrote bit by bit. Only later did I realize that he had spent eight years at night writing this novel. Now that everyone has come out and seen his novel on the shelves, I admire his perseverance. I am currently reading the novel. I will comment after I finish it.