Cheng Xiaoxing: I don't want to be a clover at all.
Lin Yuan: I can't help you refuse, you are my clover.
Cheng Xiaoxing: ┴┴╰（‵□′）╯┴┴
Does it look like ancient times, the game world, or the future? Parallel world? What the hell is this place! If I had known earlier, I would have stopped being a guinea pig, okay? Staring at Lin Yuan is a million times more comfortable than here!
The writing is broken and the glass is filled with sugar, so it probably has a happy ending.