Everyone faces death; it's the only thing certain in most people's lives.
Maybe because it's too certain, many people end up unprepared when it comes, like a student convinced they'll fail an exam and thus never studies.
But in the end, there are still those who hope to be themselves once before their life ends.
You have various labels, all assigned by others or society. Your name is a category of database data, your identity card is the unique ID of this data, your status represents your social hierarchy and available resources, your gender decides your role in human reproduction...
This seems no different from being a game NPC, or monsters that drop loot.
In others' eyes, you are gentle, charming, irritable, strange...
Under others' insinuations, you might not actually be strange, yet unknowingly lean towards it. But is that the real you?
Clearly not.
The self should be defined by oneself, should it not?
Pei Mingcui is someone who insists on selfhood.
