On a certain day, month, year, and time, someone believed a certain prophecy.
So the story of a certain weed and a certain unlucky child starting a business together began.
The weed boss wants to fall in love, but this unlucky kid just wants to have a career.
What else can be done? My people, just get used to it and that will be it.
It's not that the unlucky kid doesn't want to respond, it's just that the time hasn't come...
Intention: If fate likes to joke, then strangle fate to death