This is a story that transmigrates between reality and fantasy. Its protagonist is based on my son, and it imagines what might happen to him when he grows up.
The photo on the cover is of my son when he was two years old. He was chubby from a young age, with arms and legs shaped like lotus roots. He was so adorable that I called him my little heartthrob. This story may not have melodramatic plot twists, but it is full of family affection and love. It means a great deal to me, with memories buried deep in my heart. I hope my son will live a happy, fulfilling life when he grows up, so I wrote this novel for him.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
This is written for his son, so the writing style is so childish.