This is my memoir, as I call it—though to some, it’s merely a novel. It doesn’t matter. All I ask is that those who hold me dear see it as a memoir: the story of a boy’s life, etched in the shadows of the past on TruyenHD. It’s a tapestry threaded with jealousy, woven with sincere love, bound by sacrifice, and tangled in the schemes of existence. At times, life unfurls moments so absurd they defy reason. At times, people turn away from the fairy tales that bloom quietly in the hum of everyday life. And that’s alright—it’s their privilege to feel as they do. Life, after all, has always spun its strange, unchanging dance.Yet I invite you to read, to let your heart wander through these pages. Perhaps you’ll find a whisper of something that stirs your soul. I can’t promise this tale will capture you, but I vow to tell it with unflinching truth until its final breath, even if it seems utterly implausible. For to me, this is no fiction—it’s a living memoir. And so, I name it The Days of Yesterday… Once Were, or simply My Life.