[Transmigrate + move to the countryside + pocket dimension + sweet romance + devoted to each other + farming + transmigrate into a book]
“Miss, your face is pale, and there’s a haze between your brows. Something will happen to you within three days.”
An Qianqian raised an eyebrow. What era was this, with people still saying “Miss” every other word? Her face was pale because she wore sunscreen. This guy needed to work on his scam. No originality at all. One star.
She let him keep talking without interrupting. She wasn’t giving him money, not even a cent.
“Miss, this is a blessed gourd. It will protect you.”
She liked it, but didn’t want him to rip her off.
“It’s free. I’m giving it to someone fate brought my way.”
She stared at the gourd in her palm, unable to understand how she had ended up holding it. As she stood there dazed, a flowerpot fell from above and hit her on the head.
She had never sworn in her life, but at death’s door, she broke that rule.
“What a fraud.”
Clutching the gourd, An Qianqian shut her eyes in fury.
…
She had transmigrated. She had actually transmigrated into a book.
Since she was here, she probably couldn’t get back. Life was hard.
She would find someone she liked and get married, then have children.
To avoid the female lead, she chose to move to the countryside somewhere else.
…
“Qianqian, looking for a husband? I’ve got plenty of eligible young men here.”
“He’s too fair. He’s too dark. He’s too short. His eyes are too small…”
Third Aunt clutched her chest. This girl was impossible to fool.
Was she being too picky? Just as she was fretting, she spotted a rough-hewn man working hard with his head down. Her eyes lit up, and she smiled.
The rough-hewn man felt a chill run down his back and shivered. Was the weather changing?
She said that since ancient times, a life-saving favor should be repaid by marrying the person who saved you.
She wanted him. He didn’t want her.
He ran, she chased. He couldn’t escape, even if he grew wings…
