Jiang Xiyu often dreams about high school. At that time, she was full of fantasies about the future. She would pick her flowers, collect them, and give them to the girl she liked. The girl would smile sweetly and invite her to her house for cake. Then when she opened her eyes, there was nothing but a room of a few square meters and books neatly arranged on the table. Jiang Xiyu didn't know if this had really happened or if it was his own fantasy.
Intention: Become what you want to be