Wild history:
A time travel would be in vain if a person did not have a sinister character, a book would be in vain if the text did not abuse people, and a protagonist would be in vain if the man was not beautiful.
I went up mountains of swords and seas of fire, and fought through thorns and thorns to become this female pig's trotters. What? The princess is not mine! The handsome man is not mine! Happiness is not mine either! A certain female pig rushed towards a certain bag with a big knife...
A certain bag held a flag and shouted: I am a stepmother, I am great! Escaped gorgeously.
Official history:
The person forgotten by God, the woman crawling out of purgatory...
What kind of pain have you endured, and what is left of those so-called happiness and joy when they take off their gorgeous appearance? Being deprived of the right to happiness, what is left to be proud of and show off.
The only way: to get back everything that has been lost: the incomparable noble status, the supreme honor, the indifference to everything, and the so-called love...
Regardless of whether I need it or not, it's mine and I won't let it wander anywhere else! I want to take them back one by one.