Summary
I have pursued Zhou Jingxu five times.
Each time, I took on a different appearance.
Each time, I was a beauty.
The last time, he looked down at me from above:
“Zhao You’en, stop groveling. I would recognize you even if you turned to ashes.
“To tell you the truth, even if I jumped down from here, I still wouldn’t be with you.”
I resigned myself to yet another erasure by the System.
When I woke up again, the System asked me:
[Host, would you like to change your target?]