As a devoted fan who only has eyes for Love and Deepspace's Qi Yu, the happiest part of my day is chatting away to my Qi Yu plushie. But one day, this purple-haired, heterochromatic doll suddenly spoke, calling me “Miss Bodyguard” in Qi Yu's lazy voice, tinged with danger!
He said he was using the doll as a “cross-dimensional messenger,” able to peer through the dimensional barrier and use an artist's keen eye to see my exhaustion and anxiety, then help me face reality with sharp quips and subtle tenderness. Our conversations sometimes suffered “signal” interference, but that only made our connection feel all the more precious. He shared fragments of art from his mysterious world, while I told him about the trivial hassles of ordinary life. Separated by a layer of cotton, our hearts nonetheless grew closer and closer.
Then a storm hit in real life, and I found myself trapped with nowhere to turn. The doll became my only support. Qi Yu's voice lost its lazy drawl, and with a firmness I'd never heard before, he used this tiny medium to give me strength that crossed dimensions. When the dust settled, we still held on to this strange bond, just as he had said: “Miss Bodyguard, there will always be a stroke for me in your painting.” Ordinary days and mysterious signals intertwine in this romantic, heart-pounding journey across dimensions~
