Lu Yao was tied up by two systems.
The blue system makes her a sweet pet, while the red system forces her to torture her heart.
She squeezed through seven worlds to survive: she was shot by the spies of the Republic of China, she escaped the light and dust of an interstellar mecha, she personally tore up the love songs of the campus singer, and she also missed the only art exhibition waiting for her by an autistic painter.
The seventh world ends, and the two systems no longer quarrel.
They said: Thank you for putting us back together.
Lu Yao looked at the man in front of him who had merged the shadows of seven young people, and kicked him: So, how to calculate the accounts of these seven worlds?
