Just because of a dog pop-up window, I left my mother and the unfinished fried chicken and headed to a strange world alone.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a handsome man, but the handsome man held a curved blade in front of me and asked me with a cold face whether I wanted to die or live.
After experiencing the storm, I grew up suddenly, struggling to survive outside the main line of the novel that traveled through the past.
But why did God arrange so many Shura fields for me?
One or two is not enough, what are you doing with so many men?
I just want to live oooooooooooo...
Purpose: handling of interpersonal relationships