When I woke up, I traveled through time.
Yes, I rubbed my eyes and thought I was dreaming, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep for a while. When I opened my eyes again, I still saw the antique scene before me.
Before going to bed, I cried a lot. This crying is the result of more than half a month of accumulated heart fatigue. I was greenlit. I poured out my heart and soul to that bitch man, only to be caught off guard and cheat on him. Two years of sweet love turned into a sharp sword piercing my heart.
But what is time travel? Falling out of love is not terrible, but why should God choose for me? I haven't killed anyone yet.
Purpose: Honesty, the ultimate preservative of love