The man was so shocked by the photo that he could not recover for a long time. His lips trembled slightly, and his body stretched out on the sofa straightened unconsciously. He was completely immersed in the photo in front of him. Even though he knew it was a projection, he couldn't help but get closer and touch it.
"Will he be Yule?"
"He is Yule."
Plot tips:
Early stage: The android A-grade wife recovered from the infatuation attack is stupid...
Mid-term: stable relationship, career, etc.
Later stage: Let them die, and if they still want to write, they will live...
Demining: The reality is distorted and the whole article is nonsense. It is probably what I say.
Purpose: Fuck that bullshit destiny and control, what love pursues is mutual pleasure