Version 1: An insignificant speck of dust disperses as soon as the wind blows, as if it is not as fragile as a soft grass stem. If the dust lies quietly on the ground, no one will care about it, and no one will feel sad or happy for it; but when it stains the sleeves of a shirt, it will be dusted off in disgust. Song Ciyin was just such a speck of dust, but she didn't want to be trampled to death by fate.
Even if it is a speck of dust, I want to live well.
Second edition: Song Ciyin entered an inexplicable world. In this world, she was as small and fragile as a speck of dust, and had to struggle to survive. Later, by chance, she gained an ability, but this ability had a slight bug. I had no choice but to tie up a pretty boy to help eliminate the bug. To the male protagonist, he is like a pool of bones and dust, while to the female protagonist, she is a pervert who has taken her by force.
Intention: Even if life is full of thorns, even if it is insignificant, we should still live actively and pursue happiness.