Before that press conference, there seemed to be no more appropriate adjective to describe my life except ordinary. After graduating from college, I started working as a journalist. A year later, I would often forget that I was a female. However, I couldn't even remember what my childhood was like, so it seemed like it was no big deal. Occasionally, I would get confused, or leave some innocuous little feelings somewhere, and I would dream about the same handsome guy in my dreams all day long, and my life would go by like this. Oh, shit, dreaming about the same handsome guy? ! The problem arises here...