As one of the lowest-ranking wage slaves of the 21st century, I died the very first time I ever tried to help someone in danger. As I lay dying, I ranted furiously to myself: Damn it, I’ve never even held a man’s hand, and I haven’t had my first kiss! I don’t want to die! I don’t know if my obsession was just that strong or if Heaven finally took pity on me, but I was reborn in the Southern Kingdom, a place that never existed in history. Ancient heartthrobs, here I come!
