I am a grass planted in the fairy world, and what grows next to me is a cold grass. I usually like to drink dew while disturbing him, but unfortunately he is always sleepy. One day I discovered that dew is a wonderful water that makes grass addictive, so I decided to set out to search for it. Unfortunately, the middle road collapsed, and I had no choice but to go to the lower world to look for it. Who would have thought that the cold grass would also come? If I had known he was coming, I wouldn't have come.
Purpose: Life is about living happily