Those people who traveled through time were not unparalleled beauties, but they were at least handsome and pleasant. When I saw them, I couldn't help but feel pity for them. I was so fascinated by the beautiful men that they turned around and vowed to follow them to death. It seems that I have nothing to be proud of, and I can't blame others for treating me like a girl. Hum, she is still a fire-burning girl who needs to be disciplined! Judging from the standard of men choosing others based on sex, my own capital is quite thin! (The first four chapters are a bit messy, and I will be revising them once I have sorted out my ideas. Those of you who want to read the text can take a rough look at it. For those who want to read the following, please give me a thumbs up or send you flowers. I won't refuse anyone who comes.)