When I was a child, I often imagined that I had a pair of wealthy parents who would appear when I needed them, stretch out their hands and say to me: "Baby, you are suffering, let us take you home." When I grew up, I often fantasized about having a rich, handsome boyfriend who doted on me, loved me, and treated me like my life. Although I know where there are so many lost treasures and so many idol drama-like lives. But I need these fantasies, I need them, so that my life will not be so hopeless, so dark, and so devoid of light. . .