It's winter. The night is cold, yet the air is so dry.
[Damn it. And here I thought the illusion had come to an end. Just what is this supposed to be? Why am I even listening to this story, Balance?]
Xin Feng still seems to be within the strange white space that recited stories...
[I believe the lady from earlier is placing everyone in a dream world that is similar to their life. Do not worry. She won't be able to dig in into our soul]
There, inside a room, close to a heater, a young man sat three inches behind his monitor, which honestly, is quite a distance if you consider the great personality that it has…
The young man, who is no older than twenty six, has his life all figured out. He is a gamer, a streamer, and also, a certified bread maker. Unfortunately, he is one without a maiden, however, he does have the finesse of a lady, which makes him pretty much his own maiden.
