When I was eighteen years old, my father died in a car accident. My family had been divorced since I was a child. I suddenly felt helpless and lost my mind in a trance, and I came to a strange world. The antique buildings and the clothes of passers-by all made me realize that I was wearing something.
This article has both joy and sorrow. The heroine is indifferent at first because of her father. It was only later that it gradually "melted". Female pigs are not omnipotent. But it's definitely not incompetent.