Ten years ago, I came to the world-famous Porcelain Country. I remember that I brought nothing with me except my innocent heart.
Now I think back to ten years ago, when I was very simple and didn't have any scheming, so I always suffered losses wherever I went. Once, in this city, I was adopted by a few gangsters. Fortunately, I had no money in my pocket at the time. Otherwise, I would have fought hard with them. Maybe I would have been stabbed a few times by them, and maybe I would have died. This porcelain country, of course, does not exist as I am writing this story now. To sum it up in one sentence, it is destined.