It was already broad daylight, yet a certain ghost could not sleep. Seated before a jade table, he held his brush and racked his brains. Suddenly, inspiration seemed to strike, and he wrote thirteen bold characters on the snow-white paper: "On the Possibility of Wooing a Veteran Fudanshi."
At the same time, in a small palace not far away, a certain female official was holding a chrysanthemum and using it for divination, muttering, "All-powerful Chrysanthemum Goddess! Please tell me, is that one gay or bi...?"
It's not like you can just push the baby's birth date. If you're born later, you can make up for it in your belly?