I was driven to commit suicide by a scumbag PUA. When I woke up, I was bound to the [National Treasure Cognitive Correction System] and had to identify and repair cultural relics during the live broadcast. If I couldn't complete the task, I would die. My ex-boyfriend laughed at me for being crazy, and experts called me a liar. Until I casually repaired his Ming Dynasty townhouse blue and white porcelain that had been broken for three years and no one could repair it.
