The Gods Gave Me Another Self?

Even the slightest glimmer of hope must be held fast, for life is full of disappointments and setbacks. Other blows might be laughed off, allowing us to persevere, but emotional blows are different. I deeply admire their unspoken understanding and tacit connection, something increasingly lacking in today's society. This kind of heartfelt communication, especially between men and women, is almost nonexistent. This mutual understanding and acceptance, this unique bond, is truly enviable. I think if I were Xinghai, and if I matured and grew at the cost of Shiru's eventual disappearance…

While writing this novel, I kept thinking about a question we often see on various platforms: "The person who understands you best is yourself." I don't deny the truth of this statement, but I find it difficult to explain. So, I created this work. I wanted to use a story to explain my understanding of this statement. In reality, there can't be someone exactly like you, someone who understands your thoughts perfectly at all times, someone who can instantly respond to your every word. Of course, it's impossible. But what if, what if, such a person did exist? The answer is this novel. If such a perfect person truly existed in life...

We live in a fast-paced world, where most of us are only children. Although the country now recognizes the "two-child policy," our blood siblings are too young and have very different personalities to confide in us. Even if life is good, it can't fill the emptiness in our hearts or vent our frustrations. "School, teachers, relatives, friends, even... The person you admire"—they are like a tangled mess, intertwined in this fast-paced world. You can't help but want to find that person who has always been there for you. In "Did the Gods Grant Me Another Self?", The author transforms into...

Poetry is like autumn maple leaves, its withering is inevitable… Poetry is like a starry sea, its brilliance is eternal… The whole story is permeated with a faint scent of mint… refreshing… and also a touch of melancholy… I won't offer my opinions on the author's writing style or other plot points… I prefer to offer my own interpretations of the vivid characters the author has created… Hmm… perhaps this is a characteristic of my book reviews… First, the male lead, Xinghai… keywords… sensitive… timid… Although I'm a fan of Shiru… seeing the male lead now… I'm still quite annoyed… the whole text shows his feelings towards Shiru…

When I first saw this book, I was drawn in by the title. I wondered if it was a lighthearted, youthful romantic comedy. Unable to contain my curiosity, I opened the book, and then I saw a glimpse of my own lost youth. This book is truly wonderful. Shiru's devastating leap after a setback, and Xinghai's initial despair after a family tragedy, perfectly portray the fragility of hearts untouched by hardship. Then, their meeting showed me the resilience of humanity. Simply because they had someone to rely on, simply because of the bond between them, they decided to live on together, laughing. Yes, humanity...

The reason I opened this book was out of weariness with other works. In the vast sea of books, a single glance at the title led me to this (and more slowly) sea of suffering. After opening it, I appreciated a youth that was vastly different yet deeply relatable. None of us are truly strong; we haven't experienced the trials of life. All we possess is a vulnerability, a willingness to cry when we want to cry, and a desire to escape when we want to escape. Poetry can't withstand setbacks, Xinghai has moments of self-destruction, and we too have had our moments of hiding away. Then, the vulnerability gradually faded away, and my longing, my concerns, became reasons for my smile in adversity. We depended on each other, searching for light...

Seeing that the author has abandoned this project, I felt a pang of emotion and wanted to share my thoughts. First of all, this is the most literary book I've read on SF (a Chinese online literature platform). Its depiction of daily life carries a subtle melancholy, making it a very comfortable read. Regarding the ending, I think it's quite clear: Shiru's disappearance was inevitable, and perhaps Qiufeng will be Xinghai's final destination. The story has only just begun, and there are endless possibilities for what follows. While ending here isn't the best outcome, it's the author's choice, so let it end here. This book will forever remain on my bookshelf, and Shiru, Xinghai, and Qiufeng will live on forever...

A self that was supposed to have passed away might be brought into the life of a person of the opposite sex out of divine mercy or compensation for their past misfortunes. This person brings mutual understanding and acceptance of everything about themselves. But as the saying goes, the person who understands you best is yourself. Behind every gift lies a price, perhaps leading to a deeper abyss. The fate of a self that shouldn't exist might be the ending of this story—disappearing without a trace. Painkillers lessen with time, and so does this kind of gift...

When you are lost, touch your heart; will that unending warmth guide you forward? When you have lost something, face the mirror; will the person behind the mirror still possess everything? When you have transformed, look back; will the tears that slid from your eyes turn into a smile? Seasons turn, and we are always here, collecting fragments of hope, chanting gentle verses, as if another version of ourselves is telling you that those days of helpless sighs will eventually shine brightly. (I was a little moved after reading this, so I just wrote something. The author's writing style is very gentle; keep up the good work! This is my first time writing a book review, and I didn't know what to say, so this is it...)

The divine work was interrupted halfway through, and now the world is divided in two, with the Pure Love section exhausted. This is truly a critical moment of survival. Yet, those who love it persevere. (The comment section of this book) Fans and authors are one, and praise and blame should not be divided. If there are those who interrupt or violate the rules, or those who are loyal and virtuous, please entrust me to decide their punishment. I am but a commoner, content with my life in the Pure Love section, merely seeking to survive in this chaotic world, not seeking fame or recognition. I, despite my lowly status, have condescended to visit you thrice in the group chat, seeking your advice on liver health. Now that you have returned, I write this with tears streaming down my face, at a loss for words.