Every girl dreams when she is 17 years old that a prince charming will fall from the sky and have a romantic relationship with her. However, on An Ying's 17th birthday, it was not the prince but the God of Death who fell from the sky. Well, forget about the God of Death. Aren't the Gods of Death all handsome, tall and handsome? Why is my god of death a 30-year-old uncle who is always so sinister? The most important thing is that when he saw me, he told me that I could live for 30 days. Ah, no, my disease will be cured soon. I don't have a boyfriend yet. Oh, no, no.