Second, Asian literature often seems to follow a "Life continues with or without you" path and the characters may not learn anything and may have been completely bound to their (generally doomed) trajectory from the very start and just resign themselves to their fate.
Some call that deep and meaningful--I call it crap. YMMV.
I apparently am so completely steeped in Aristotelian tradition that I can't stand those kinds of stories. Ted Chiang, in spite of being an American, somehow channels this, and I found I had to force myself through his writing. I have held off on reading Liú Cíxīn because I'm terrified I'm going to bump into the same problem.