(Random thoughts: When I was young, I was influenced by fast-paced online novels such as "Rebirth and Revenge". Now I am very old (? I want to give this story an ending, but it is a pity that it is just like that. The rhythm is very slow, which does not conform to the current aesthetic trend. (Sad, this is my sentimental work. Anyone who is destined to see it?)
One is a sinner of fate, the other is the darling of heaven; one is an unfathomable machine, and the other is a blank piece of paper for others to write on; one is ambitious, trying to use his mortal body to change the rules of the world, and the other is sincere and kind, just looking for someone to stay away from the disputes of the world.
In the mortal world without gods, cold and rigid rules watch over the world, and they get to know each other; in the undercurrent of the court, intrigues and deceitful schemes are commonplace, and they get to know each other.
It's just that fate plays tricks on people, and things in the world are unpredictable: for him, such a fate is both a sin and a blessing, and for her, all fate is a gift and a curse.
Maybe there is God's will in the dark, maybe God's ruthlessness is not a joke, no one is exception. When all the fates came to ask for chips, when all the absurd farce ideals turned to dust... He didn't say anything, and she didn't read it.
Concept: Ideal and plump, realistic and skinny
