There is a kind of man with bottomless magic power. Whatever he loves, sensitive women will cater to his likes like they are flattering. His name is Biandu.
She is a person who "sings" at night, a natural "patient", and falling in love with him is like a hedgehog falling in love with a peacock. The style of painting is wrong but it subverts the convention. She is hot on the outside and cold on the inside, while he is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. They are not the same kind, but they love each other.
"Porridge, what do you wish for?" He asked.
"A lover who doesn't share it with anyone else," she answered.