She is a failing web novel author who has done two of the boldest things: dumped the school's cold medical student, and ran away overnight with the child in her belly. Thinking that once she fled all troubles would be over, as a result, during her first prenatal checkup, the attending doctor turned out to be the ex-boyfriend who had just been parachuted into the county. He stared at the ultrasound sheet, with a half-smile, saying your story really knows how to make things up. She stubbornly defended herself: This is asexual reproduction for me. He was neither hurried nor annoyed, opened her novel, and calmly read out that line: After giving birth to the child, we will practice slowly. Ever since then, wherever she hid, he would follow. Those poorly ended endings under her pen are being rewritten into reality by him little by little.