There is a group of people who are always so energetic and conscientious, working all year round. Adhering to the spirit of love and dedication, we deeply implement the death-seeking behavior of the protagonist who pulls the strings, the protagonist who is in power, and the protagonist who falls in love.
They always have talents that are astonishing but always overturned, gorgeous and beautiful family backgrounds that will always decline, and beautiful faces that are alluring but always inferior. They run unswervingly on the road of first suppressing and then rising.
They are just that - professional cannon fodder.
But what is absolutely unexpected is that on this day, God sneezed and closed his eyes briefly. The small world called "Rebirth of the Phoenix Flying Nine Heavens" lost the halo of its assigned protagonist.
So, will this small world prosper and reach its own new granularity, or will it eclipse and be sold by other ancient dolls?
We don't know this.
Mission: Life is about letting a hundred flowers bloom