Fang Jin was just a salted fish who wanted to lie down, but in the most painful period of spring, she accidentally met the big devil in junior high school, the perfect goddess, and the young master who did not eat the fireworks of the world and sat alone in the light dust.
The goddess gave Xianyu the perfect job with a snap of her fingers.
Behind the perfect work is the young master's crumbling pavilion.
Will the virtual world that everyone wants to hide in collapse under the weight of reality?
As for those loves, love is too far away, too illusory, and too difficult to fathom. In a wandering and long life, it is like a mirror in the water, like ghosts and gods that everyone knows but has never seen. It always seems cheap and immodest to say love easily, so I can only bless you. I wish you peace and health, a smooth life, and everything you want.
Welcome to the real world.
Intention: self