She is an angelic witch.
He is a handsome CEO with a daughter.
This was originally an impossible Cinderella plot in a tacky city, but due to a game of pranks and counter-pranks in youth,
There is a natural possibility, who is the final winner? Perhaps it was fate that made them intertwined, separated, and intersected again.
Love is a buried heart. Only when familiar habits disappear can we hear the true voice.
If it's love, nothing will be forgiven, and everything in life will be fine.
Happiness can be contagious, and the happiness of stories can add a kind of consoling happiness to those who are unhappy in life.
Me, or her/him.
Conception: