In my heart, there exists such a dazzling world that I want to depict. I will always find someone who understands me.
One interesting point is that those who use extremely derogatory language, wishing to trample me into the dust, mostly come from the same organization—
"Caotang Literature Club".
This is an organization where many unknown online literature authors gather, seemingly born for online literature.
What level is this club at?
About a year later, someone from the club asked on Zhihu, "Why can't my hard-working novel even get a contract?" (that's the one who taught me punctuation).
Every day, I rack my brains thinking about plots, and due to poor performance, I'm so anxious that I suffer from insomnia all night. I don't have time to deal with them.
I didn't respond to any of the attacks, insults, and trampling.
I think I shouldn't have offended anyone, right?
But I still "offended" someone.
