I have an aunt who wears books. She warned me not to pick up a man and bring him home, otherwise he would die. So when the male protagonist in the book fell covered in blood at the entrance of the village, I didn't look at him. Instead, I went to pick up an old woman who was about to die of illness. Later, the male protagonist was picked up by my cousin. My cousin came to laugh at me, look at how handsome the husband I picked up was, but you are so stupid to pick up a frail and sick old woman for yourself. My cousin always wants to compare with me in everything. She thought she had found a treasure this time and ignored my dissuasion and got married to the male lead. However, what she didn't know was. The world we live in is a male comic book, and all female characters will become stepping stones as long as they get close to the male protagonist.
