Sometimes I can't help but wonder if the story between myself and Mo Xiaochen was made into a TV series, would it catch up with the eight o'clock Taiwanese romances, which are vulgar, boring and vomiting blood. A little self-centered summary is nothing more than a flea history of a little white flower. The script is second to the terrible script. If the cast is strong enough, it can still have the power to turn decay into magic. I comforted myself in this way, so the cliche at the beginning did not hit me. After all, this is my first real acting role, and I was lucky enough to get a leading role right after I debuted. I compare this to a flying pie. Confucius said: If you don't eat it all, who will eat it all?