It's an old joke, but not a typical old one.
GB direction, but not the world of women.
Ming Yin is sixteen this year, and today is her birthday and her death.
Her country was overthrown overnight, and the once noble emperor became a prisoner and hastily ended his life in a dilapidated thatched hut.
Before she died, she lay in front of the boy's coffin.
Trace his features stroke by stroke.
Whispering word by word.
"I can't help you. If there is a chance, how about we start over...?"
Ming Yin, who had not yet gotten haircut, felt a deep toothache when he saw the contents of this "story book".
In a few years, she would be finished.
Right now, people are panicking.
There is nothing left.
Intention: You can use your own power to change the world.