Others travel through time: the system opens the way and sweeps across different worlds.
I traveled through time: When I woke up, there was someone under the quilt.
There was an ex-girlfriend standing next to the bed, and another one was blocked outside the door.
There are four "babys" on the phone, and each note is sweeter than the last.
Looking through the memory——
I owe money to my brother, a project to the female president, a three-year relationship to the school belle, and a promise to the dancer.
It was all my ex's doing.
And I, a homebody whose mother has been single for 20 years, just want to ask one question at this moment:
Can this scumbag's account be deleted and practiced again?
