I will not recognize the only thing sadness is.

**Whether you have deep love or quarrel with each other, I believe that everything will always be reunited in the end. I don’t want to admit all the sad things. The reality is already so cruel. In order to pursue some illusory beauty and art, do I have to add my sense of sadness to it? I don’t recognize this only.

I do admit that I am not a normal good author. I am greedy for money, profit, and I often mix words and delay time and plot, but only in this regard I dare say that I am a good author. What I believe is that the characters I write will get what they want. But they will also pay the price for their actions. Heroes will die in glory, lovers will get eternal happiness in hardships, and they will pay what they want to fight.

Which author is not a middle-aged disease? And he was named by the editor in the author group as a severely ill patient with middle-aged disease. I believe that I am also a super cool and unique existence in this world.

But that's my aesthetic.

I like beautiful things. I like beautiful endings.

Yui Yui, the deepest impression of this child is the scene when she hugged Yukino and said she made friends.

I didn't recognize the shivering and entanglement behind her, I just simply saw the moment when she was decisive and shining.

So I strengthened her.

She is decisive, determined, dares to love and hate, and those who are infected can express her thoughts loudly. She laughs loudly and cries loudly. If I say that the characters in the original work change the most, I believe it is Yui Yui. (But I don’t know why Yango’s popularity exploded inexplicably...)

I want her to be a soul.

Children who are not confused, hesitant, move forward for their dreams and work hard for their ideas. I like this kind of child. I don’t like Japanese entanglements and metaphors very much, and I hate their delicate expressions even more. I don’t understand, and I don’t want to understand. Who the hell wants to understand each other? I am me, can I just live according to my own wishes?

And many people in life attitudes say that I should not educate or do anything. In fact, I am a tolerantist. Yes, you read that right, a tolerantist. The thoughts in the previous second are my thoughts, and the thoughts in the next second are mine.

Is it so despised that I had previously destined because my previous thoughts were wrong? That would be too despicable.

I am also myself when I was a child, and I am also myself when I grew up.

The attitude of living, the judgment of the world, is good, and I am all. I may be shy, maybe I may be ashamed, but the feelings at that time were indeed real. And the feelings now are also real. But that is enough. And the ideas I want to express from this fantasy volume are the same.
Chapter completed!