Overnight, three paper figures appeared in Bai Xiaojiu's house - the last emperor of the Holy Britannia Empire, the leader of the Funeral Society who holds the power of the king, and the most feared first agent of the Dorsia Military Alliance, the "One-Man Brigade"... However, no matter how cool their identities are, they are of no use in modern society. The only real thing is that they all look like flowers.
But even if we are as beautiful as flowers, if we don't have money, we can only drink from the northwest wind. Can our face be used as food? Everyone must pay rent! Bai Xiaojiu banged the table, not saving any face for her male idols.
And later...
Bai Xiaojiu: I was wrong. Your face can really be eaten. Thank you dad for the pocket money. Dad is the best. I love you! Refill!
Intention: This really doesn't exist