Y is just Y, an ordinary biologist studying abroad.
Under the wash of the heavy rain, I watched helplessly as time became chaotic,
Lost her era, country, and people.
Y is just Y, an occultist who does not belong to any force.
If she can help the Foundation, she can help Reshaping Hands,
Washed by heavy rain,
Neither humans nor occultists are worth caring about.
Unserious version:
A young man who rebels at any time keeps looking for trouble by virtue of his bloodline, and by the way, he gossips about beautiful women.
PS: A brainless cookie, but it won't change the plot (such as the survival of the character, which has a great impact on the future). Y is not a good person and has no morals, but he cares about the agreement and the past. He is a waste of life who is 1.9 Meters tall but has a very good figure.
Main Z, mistletoe (actually a variety of mature big sisters), the essence is Y all
Intention: peace and love