"When you were three, your father stole the fortune of a dynasty for you. When you were nine, your fiancée's talent declined, and your mother decisively broke off the engagement. When you were twelve, you accidentally killed a sheep while stealing a little girl's mask, so you went all out, chopped down a willow tree, and roasted the sheep with a stolen ruler. But you weren't full, so you caught a black dog, stewed it in a stolen cauldron, and even drank some rabbit milk as a beverage. At eighteen, you went horseback riding with the second daughter of a family friend, beat up her coachman, and ended up collapsing a nearby hill that looked like it was made of pink crystal. At nineteen, you encountered an old man who always liked to back away from the crowd..."