Preface

This is a story about fate.

There has always been a mysterious world in my mind, and there are a group of mysterious people. I have always been convinced that this is only the product of my imagination, but over time, I will believe: no, they exist.

Who will believe this crazy dream? Fortunately, although I am a crazy person, I have never told anyone that I believe in the world and the existence of this group of people. Their words and deeds, smiles, their joys and sorrows, love and hatred, and their eyes that they struggled hard but still persisted on challenges in their fate moved me.

I am a complete fatalist, so I am madly convinced that they exist and observe us from our unknown perspective.

That world is called March.

Unknown, mysterious, fascinating, crazy... But I have never seen it, and slowly, I thought it was just my imagination.

Until one day, when I went to the bookstore, I saw a set of 12 black postcards, each representing a month. The design was particularly exquisite. I liked it so much that I bought them back. But when I counted it again, I found that it was thirteen. I was stunned. The extra one was pure black, which seemed to be a mistake by the printing factory.

But I don't think so. I paranoidly believe that this is a secret between them and me, which seems to tell me that their existence can be disclosed.

Finally, I made up my mind to present this wonderful world. I am not a storyteller, but just a listener to revive the story of this group of people who challenge fate. Those hatred, deep love, fetters or giving up are precious wealth.

These are all here, in March.

And you are about to step into this unknown and confused world. The only question is: Can you escape your fate? Is the truth you see the truth?