A clichéd time travel, a clichéd identity, I became the concubine of the harem. I once thought that I was the most special existence in his heart. I once thought that the smile of the ice flower bloomed only for me. I once thought that I could play around with the world of the harem. In the end, this was just a ridiculous farce. He said: Pampering you is just a game. He...