My mother is a sea queen who is famous all over the world.
Wherever you go, you will be teased.
Many immortals fell under her phoenix skirt and competed to be my father.
One day she packed me up and took me away in a hurry.
"My dear daughter, I have hit a brick wall this time. I have to pay my debt to my daughter."
Huh?
What kind of debt do I, a 500-year-old child, need to pay personally?
