Transmigrate? What’s that supposed to mean? How could I possibly transmigrate, with a body like mine? I don’t smoke or stay up late, I don’t drink or perm my hair. I run a thousand meters every morning and another thousand at night. There’s no way I’ll drop dead! Don’t worry, everyone. Yan Po had just finished bragging to her friends when she stepped outside and a bolt of lightning struck from the sky. With a deafening crash, she was gone...
You damn heavens, could you be any more shameless?!
