To the few readers I have.

This chapter is entirely an expression of the author's own emotions, a small prose that is not well written, and those who want to know the follow-up to the story in the previous chapter can skip this chapter.

I have to admit that this book is not a good book.

I once wrote another book that I was happy with, but it was banned from the official website for various reasons.

I finished writing the book on a small website that no one had seen, and then I started working on the book.

I didn't write it well, but I used it as a tool to pass the time.

A means of entertainment.

Later, when I looked back at the first few chapters of the book, it was really hard to swallow.

Later, the contract was signed, and the update became a daily task, and it began to slowly improve this non-work.

But today, how to say, today's task is somewhat difficult for me to complete.

I hope that today's task can be turned into a window to relieve worries, a way to make myself better, and I haven't forgotten my original intention.

After all, the purpose of writing novels from the beginning was to make me happier, so that a gloomy and depressed person could find a window to express his emotions and make himself better.

First of all, since I'm the author of a novel, I have to introduce the characters to you.

Some people should be able to tell from my text that I am an emotional person and have a unique understanding of sex and love, with some strange quirks.

I believe that there is such a thing as soulmate, and I believe that everyone has a perfect fit for him or her somewhere in the world.

From personality hobbies to bed fetishes, people who are a perfect fit.

I believe that, but at the same time I also believe that not everyone can find their soulmate, and I believe that I, an unlucky guy with a strange fetish, don't have that luck.

I may meet a normal person, an ordinary person, a strange and unusual ordinary person who does not understand but respects me, to accompany me for the rest of my life.

Yesterday, yesterday I met the girl I had been looking for for so many years, a perfect fit for herself, who was also defined by society as abnormal and unhealthy.

Perhaps it seems to you that this is a very small thing, the innocent moaning of an immature young man in his twenties.

However, for me, an overly pathological and sensitive person, this is indeed a haunting annoyance.

Well, this chapter is starting to get boring and depressing, and I'm a little scared, and after writing this chapter, my few fans will be scared away by this neurotic author.

So those readers who don't want to be affected by my negative emotions hereby caution that you can skip this chapter.

Let's move on to the characters.

I'm an international student, and I'm in another country now, so if you look at my strange update time, you can probably tell it.

I met the girl who was a perfect fit for me online.

A perfect companion that I fantasized about for many years.

I'm not going to tell you how I met me, because I'm ashamed.

She's about my age, and her city is close to my hometown.

Even I, a fantasy person, couldn't think of a better fit than her.

It's a pity, it's a pity that I didn't meet her before I went abroad.

If the situation is good, you can return to your home country after four months.

No one is going to wait for me for months, is there?

To add insult to injury, I don't even know if she feels this way about each other as much as I do, after all, she is a girl, a good-looking girl, and for her, she can find the so-called soulmate anytime and anywhere if she wants to.

After all, strictly speaking, I didn't even get her VX, because of complicated reasons, I would ask her next time, but there was a ninety percent chance that I wouldn't be able to get it, and there was a ninety percent chance that even if I did, I would scare her away in a short time with my cunning and clumsiness.

It won't take four months at all.

In short, in conclusions.

I found the perfect partner I've been fantasizing about for so long.

The reality is that there is basically no drama.

I can't even see each other.

It's not a big deal, is it?

Perhaps it is the strange sense of loneliness and sadness brought to me by people in a foreign land that makes me easy to have illusions and fantasies of love, which makes me emotionally fragile and sensitive.

In short, I'm really sorry, everyone, I'm sorry, to bother you with such a trivial matter, isn't everyone reading online novels to have fun?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Tomorrow I will continue to update the following story, I am talking about the story of the novel, not the disease-free moaning like me.

Good night.