Tao was a man in university, learning wushu.

As Kris was a man who was looking for a new book to publish; yearning for inspiration of some sort.

One day, Tao gets called for a package; and he just happens to claim it for some random reason.

But that package wasn't just some bubble wraps and cardboard.

Corner;

F.Y.I, Kris Wu is just, yunno, his American name when he was in Canada & I didn't wanna be like,

"Package for Wu YiFan," Like nah. That was too formal and all, I guess.

I'm high, okay.

Desperate in need for some Taoris.