Mo Nian, who died unexpectedly in a car accident, was taken by the passing system and lived a "good life" as a wage earner. But, "The system says that if you work, you will work, but... Don't today's wage earners deserve to have a gender?!" Mo Nian was filled with grief, thinking about what it meant for a beautiful girl in her youth to frequently dress as a boy. "I can't do anything about this... Random assignment. After all, I'm just an ordinary system."
"It doesn't matter, I recognize you regardless of gender..."
Intention: Don't think about it, don't think about it, it should be that the lovesickness has become a disease, and it is so deep that I don't know how to leave. Gu Yan, Gu Yan, I didn't expect that the cold spring is coming, and there is nowhere to look for lovesickness again.