I was planning to find a quiet, out-of-the-way place to stay for a while and clear my head,
but I never expected to get caught in a building collapse,
and on top of nearly losing my life, I underwent the legendary transmigration of the soul.
If I had to transmigrate, fine,
but while everyone else ends up in the body of someone rich, this unlucky girl transmigrated into the body of a poor, homeless waif.
And as if I weren't unlucky enough, I was taken away and forced to marry a sickly young man with one foot in the grave.
I was planning to refuse, even if it killed me, but then his parents got down on their knees, weeping as they begged me to save their son's life.
Besides, they promised that if the sickly young man was destined to die, they'd give me enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life.
Moved by compassion (and tempted by the money), I agreed.
Sigh, money really does make the world go round.
What will happen when a greedy girl meets a sickly young man?
And when their feelings surge, what will the sickly young man do when he learns the truth?
So, can things please be a little easier for once?
