This story follows the journey of an individual known as "the fifth," who transitions from a rural village to the vibrant, yet sometimes daunting, urban landscape. Initially driven by the fundamental need to find a partner, the fifth's path leads them to the bustling atmosphere of a night market.

Working alongside the pragmatic "Li sister" at a barbecue stall, the fifth immerses themselves in the demanding rhythm of city life. However, the energy of the night market cannot fully eclipse the weight of their past and the lingering memories of a woman named "Mei." Fragmented recollections and a sense of helplessness intertwine with the present realities of labor and the search for connection in a new world.

As the fifth navigates the challenges and encounters of their new urban existence, the contrast between their rural roots and city aspirations becomes increasingly apparent. This is a tale of seeking love and stability amidst the bright lights and hidden burdens of urban life, where the past casts long shadows on the present.

This is a story about a swordsman who was riding a taxi with a sword. After picking up a dead old man, he was stuffed into a room full of strange creatures for him to take care of. Although there were powerful tree monsters, spiritual beasts that could swallow caves, and mechanical men at the spiritual level among these strange creatures, they could not move without the care of the monks.

Myths are dreams shared by everyone in the world, and dreams are private myths.

When the "dreamless boy" dreamed of the "dream-eating girl".

"I will expel all your nightmares for you."

Close your eyes.

The hands of an imaginary clock, about to turn.

"Wu Song, may I ask if they sell alcohol here?"

When a burly man in ancient costume came to the door of the B&B with a whistle in his hand, Li Yu, who was worried about business, didn't know that his life was about to undergo a magnificent change...

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"Rainy Night, Overpass, Maybach."

Crash.

...

When sitting alone, he often caught himself thinking about her—the girl who had shadowed him for years. He’d imagine her barging into the restaurant, drawing every gaze, then plopping down beside him, propping her chin on her hands as she stared into his eyes.

"Buy me a cola," she’d say.

But tonight, to his surprise, another girl actually did sit next to him.

...

Blue hair. Delicate. Radiantly sociable. A checklist of desirable traits.

Yet when it came to love, she was bafflingly cowardly.

Even his unluckiest junior never got to drink their senpai’s leftovers—but Banaumi did it without trying.

Too scared to confess. Clinging to "I’m fine" while heartbroken. Binge-eating after rejection. When urged to fight for her feelings, she’d just whisper, "I hope they’re happy."

He kept seeing that other girl in her—until he blinked, and a stranger’s face stared back.

A stranger who wasn’t even the same gender.