Li Baijing was an utterly ordinary graduate who transmigrated in an utterly ordinary morning in a most extraordinary way.
Before transmigrating: Hahaha, someone as ordinary as me never has to worry about transmigrating.
After transmigrating: What the hell.
Fine, I transmigrated. But why did I only remember it when I was nine? Thinking back on the miserable days before I turned nine, with a father who didn't care and a mother who didn't love me, older brothers and sisters above me and younger brothers and sisters below, stuck right in the middle, I was barely surviving. Li Baijing figured she might as well use the sky as her blanket and the earth as her bed. The King of Hell could start counting her toward his quota.
But something felt off. I heard I also had a childhood betrothal. What was his name again, Lu Mingqi?
Wait.
Lu Mingqi? Oh, damn, wasn't that from some novel I'd casually skimmed?
After all that, it turned out I'd transmigrated into a book...
