It seemed like someone was calling me, but it also seemed like I was careless. Time travel was not what I wanted, my friend became a princess, and I became an irrelevant person. In order to go home, I tried every possible means but it turned out to be a fantasy. I have no intention of becoming a beauty, nor am I as beautiful as a flower. I'm not a beauty, and I don't know how to seduce others. Don't call me a disaster, she and I are both ordinary women of a generation, begging for a peaceful relationship...