I wanted to write about an ancient conspiracy theme, but we are all ordinary people, simply doing what they want to do, or being unable to do what they want to do. No one has a golden finger, they just want to protect their loved ones, that's all. The full text will also be advanced to advance the plot. The writing is childish. Everyone will go through hardships, gradually grow up, and understand their true intentions. I've already started feeling sorry for my Zaizai before I even started writing... In short... I'm just trying to make ends meet.
Concept: There are cracks in everything, that's where the light comes in