The seemingly unscrupulous author of Danmei novels punishedly became the protagonist of his novel, accompanied by an adult "troller" who didn't understand the situation. I think I have become an omniscient "immortal" in this world, but in fact it is not always the case... Is it a man or a woman? Do you love my soul or my body? How long can the love from "past life" stay fresh in "this life"? Among the countless possible variables, is the cup of wine drinkable? Those who are indecisive are nothing more than black and white, and those who cannot distinguish between love and hatred are nothing more than two words...