"Hey, Xiao Ai, tell me: does a shrine maiden have to be penniless?" Reborn in a modern-day world of urban legends, Lin Xiaoli clutches her tiny cutting board, the shrine deed mortgaged to a major corporation, and an old yokai sword fit for a museum, and poses a soul-searching question to her artificial idiot.
"Thinking deeply... Xiao Ai doesn't know."
"Hey, Xiao Ai, that super-rich young lady yokai came over to play house with me again today. But why do they always make me play the mother?"
"Hey, Xiao Ai... can you live on dignity?"
