No way! Although my name is Liu Xie, I am not alone. God, you put it in the wrong place for me. I traveled to the Three Kingdoms, can we stop joking? I'm really convinced. You gave me an SSS-level difficulty in time travel. If I can't do anything in writing or martial arts, I'm just a worker. What's the use of me here! No, I can't die. . . . . . Along the way, I was faced with starvation and miserable conditions. I saw the deathly silence in the eyes of the refugees and touched the jagged ribs of the children. The modern soul is trembling, but the instinct to survive is even stronger. I know the ending of history, but I don't know my own.
Until one snowy night, I breathed into my palms to keep them warm, and suddenly I remembered the teacher's words: "History is created by the people."
A thought so bold and crazy that it ignited in a desperate situation: If I am destined not to become a hero in the history books, can I slightly open the cracks in the fate of these "people" who will not even leave their names?
I will use the most ordinary humanity and the most extraordinary obsession to play this card that I lost all at the beginning.
