Time Travel: My Husband Is a Killer

. Ah! Looking at the walls made of tiles and the roof covered with wool, I feel messy in the wind! What's going on? I remember getting up in the morning and going to work. At an intersection, a car suddenly rushed out, and then I seemed to be hit. Am I dead? And he also traveled through time. But as a new-age person in the 21st world, how can I accept this kind of life? I really want to die once, so maybe I can go back; Handsome guy, what is your name and where do you live? But there is an old man and a young man. I am a killer. There is no old man and no young man. So, let's get married.