On a stormy and stormy night, walking alone on the cross streets, betrayed love, can't find the way it came... Whether it's the power in the world, the high position, the low status, there are all kinds of feelings in the world, as long as you are the one... The noble status imprisons the free and easy soul, or the free soul dominates the supreme realm... There is no conspiracy, no trick, just a touch of soul from another world, laughing and cursing is useless... Just read it if you like it, if you don't like it, please hide it.