Cen Xixi was indeed miserable and could not sleep well. As an African war scumbag, he is not only hunted by various monsters and bad guys in the dream world, but he also has no ability to fight back. Every morning when I lift up the quilt, I have to shout: "I don't want to lose face! Why are you cold again?" Until a man appears who claims to be able to take him away from this world: "I understand the truth. I can take you away. Can you get off of me first?"