This copy is written by a crappy writer.
A long time ago, someone once asked her.
What is your dream?
She put the things in her hands aside, smoothed the broken hair on her forehead, sat down cross-legged, and said with a smile, "World peace."
The man spat and glared at her.
"Make a lot of money and turn the desert into an oasis."
"Do you dare to be realistic?"
"It's a little exciting to think about becoming a heroine in a novel, coming from a good family, good looks and good figure, fighting monsters all the way up, becoming a martial arts leader, a hermit master, winning a prince, and reaching the pinnacle of life."
"Are you happy daydreaming?"
"Of course."
Until she really traveled through time, she discovered that no matter where she was, there was destiny, but she didn't care, because she had to and could only live seriously after all.
——Everyone has something they are obsessed with. Amai, what do you want?
——It's just the starry sky above your head and the moral theory in your heart.
——But what I want to guard is only Wei Er.