You’ve Got Tadpoles Embroidered with Frogs, So What Are You Showing Off to Me For?

On her deathbed, she jolted upright and felt around in her pocket, finding just twenty-one cents.

Getting old would be bad enough, but she was old and poor!

Chen Xinhe looked at herself in the mirror: white hair, age spots, forehead wrinkles, neck wrinkles...

Now that was one hell of a transmigration.

Chen Xinhe: Your aunt is still your aunt!

[Unhinged comedy + no romance + an old lady charges into showbiz]