Those Years I Spent in Another World

One day follows another. The ideals we once chose and intended to pursue have quietly changed along the way. Faced with all the helplessness of reality, we have no choice but to give up some of the things we've held onto for so long, and search in confusion for a path forward. If one day we transmigrate to different worlds like so many others, what could we do? What could we change?

(PS: I promised a friend a long time ago that I'd write a book with him as the protagonist. Though we haven't been in touch for a very long time, a promise is a promise, and a person should keep their word. This book may be a bit messy, and I might get flooded with criticism in the future, but I won't abandon it. I'll keep writing until it's finished.)