I tried to win over Zhou Jingxu’s heart five times.

Each time, I appeared in a different form.

Each time, I was a beautiful woman.

And the last time, he looked down at me, distant and above it all, and said, “Zhao You’en, stop fawning already. Even if you turned to ashes, I’d still recognize you.

“Let me be honest with you. Even if I jumped from here, I still wouldn’t choose to be with you.”

I resigned myself to yet another erasure by the system.

When I awoke again, the system asked, [Host, would you like to choose a different target to pursue?]