I became a time-travel worker in a daze, with no system, no partners, and no prompts. My only privilege was to choose the chosen one I needed help on my own.
She would rather not have such a golden finger! QAQ
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After several worlds, she became more and more collapsed.
Why can't I just wear the fetus? ! Why do the chosen ones like to hang around her? !
(Because there are so many worlds that writers want to write about, the writing will be very long...)
Concept: time travel romance