An encounter between the editor-in-chief and his idol
I regard you as a male god, but you regard me as a distraction?
I treat you as if my heart is pounding, but you treat me as a move that comes and goes?
After being sad, I shed tears and left like an ostrich.
When the male god found out that the dispensable little girl disappeared, he frantically put aside all activities to look for her. . . .