You have a very perfect family.

You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, standing atop the pyramid and overlooking everyone.

Your parents love you very much.

Today is the day of your master's graduation and also your 20th birthday.

You had sandwiches served by your mother and discussed your studies and the problems you encountered in life with your father.

Your mother listened with a smile as you communicated, handing you a cup of green drink. "Mom squeezed vegetable juice for you to supplement vitamins."

You took a sip, and the strange taste made you raise your eyebrows. "Why does it taste like grass?"

"This is the latest functional drink developed by Mom. Drink it with confidence."

Your dad complained with a bitter face, "It's another dark dish. Let's endure it together, son!"

He also held a cup of green drink and winked at you.

You covered your mouth and chuckled.

Speaking of which, this week, your mother has been experimenting with a lot of "green" food.

Waking up every morning and seeing a sea of green on the dining table, your stomach feels unsettled.

But in the face of your mother's earnest love, you can't bear to refuse.

This kind of deep love is exceptionally precious. Every time you think of refusing, there's always a voice in your head telling you to enjoy this happy life.

It's as if you've been through a lot of hardships in the past.

You can't help but laugh and cry.

Arriving at school, your girlfriend is waiting for you to take a photo together.

Her long black hair falls to her waist, contrasting with her snow-white skin.

After today, you will officially take over the company.

Successful career, perfect lover, everything is so perfect.

At the banquet, you drank too much and hid in the restroom, vomiting uncontrollably.

Through the hazy mist, the figure of a man appeared.

You wiped off the condensation on the mirror and felt that the person in the mirror was somewhat unreal.

The eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were slightly round, and there was a hint of innocence when looking at people.

You took off your glasses and realized that your vision hadn't deteriorated.

However, the person without glasses became more and more unfamiliar.

Until the wristwatch slipped off and hung loosely on your wrist, you straightened up.

No! This isn't you!

You don't wear glasses, your hair isn't this short, and you never wear a wristwatch.

Then... who are you?

[Please try to stay alert.]

A passage of text suddenly emerged in your mind.

You stared at the person in the mirror intently, and your subconscious told you that you must remember who you are!