The shiny and gaudy surface fades away, and what gradually emerges is a smoky fantasy.
"Excuse me, may I meet you."
A cold girl who hits the nail on the head, don't see through the falsehoods, otherwise, it will be chaos.
"Who are you?"
"Are you asking me? Sorry, I don't remember."
(The prologue is in the first person, the main text is in the third person, a pseudo-romance story that tends to be true)