The Ex-Boyfriend Is Actually the Third Level of the Love Blind Box

I was pouring my fourth cup of Long Island Iced Tea into my mouth when the phone screen lit up with a ding. The lights in the bar turned like an epileptic seizure, and the sound made people's eardrums numb. I lay on the bar and stared at the unfamiliar pop-up window on my phone screen. It took me a long time to read the words clearly. "A user with emotional deficiencies has been detected, and the love blind box system has been bound to you." I blinked, then blinked again.