Hello, I don't know if anyone can hear me...
But I still want to talk about my life's trajectory before I die,
It doesn't matter if no one hears me, at least this empty air around me can be my first and last witness.
This world was going fine until one day I noticed the same events happening again and again like a disgusting broken record repeating itself.
Soon with my newfound awareness, I realised all of this was just like a pre-established story, and I seemed to be playing the role of the protagonist named Chu Fang.
My story was disgusting and full of shit!
I seemed to be some big foreign mercenary returning home full of glamour.