I just took a nap, and who knows what happened, I actually traveled back in time to the childhood before idols became famous. Is this going to be the rhythm of developing a boyfriend?
Wait, I seem to remember, I seem to have a mission, and an old man who claims to be the red string said that I can go home after the mission is completed. Ah, you ask what will happen if the mission fails? Just like the little mermaid, there is a difference: she turned into bubbles, and I turned into a wisp of smoke, and I can no longer eat my mother's braised pork.
What people care more about than my mother's braised pork is a girl...