He was once the sex envoy of Happy City, and the King of Happy City called him Ayin.
He was dressed in rich clothes, with a paper fan swaying gently, and a golden hairband dancing in the wind. When the dust of Happy King settled, the four envoys were dismissed, and he left Happy City alone. He thought that from now on he would be alone in the world, and there would be people following him on the unknown road ahead. He never thought that leaving Happy City this time would be the real beginning of his life.
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