In Mo Ya's ordinary sixteen years, the car accident was one of the things that could be recorded in her diary, not because she was lucky enough to only have a few scratches, but because from then on a brand new world, a group of magical friends appeared in front of her one after another.
Mo You said, didn't your diary just write about eating, drinking and having diarrhea on a sunny day?
Mo Ya said, the diary is written for you to read~