There are far too many modern women transmigrating into the past, seriously affecting the quality of life of women in ancient times. In the spirit of caring for the ancients and promoting harmony in every way, I dedicate this story to the women who were living perfectly well in ancient times until some unknown modern woman stole their sons, husbands, old lovers, affair partners, and so on.
The ancient women have this to say: We demand the same number of handsome men as the transmigrators get! And if we can't have that many, then we demand the same quality!
The above is all made up. If you believe it, that's got nothing to do with me.
[Reader Advisory]
This story was written while I was studying for the bar exam. I don't recommend that anyone read it.
Theme: An ancient love story.
