After I fell into the water as a child, a woman who had transmigrated took over my body.
Using my body, she fell in love with Lu Mingshen, the crown prince of the capital’s elite circle, and spent more than a decade groveling and loyally acting as his devoted lapdog.
Trapped inside my own body, I understood that this was her mission to win him over.
But that fool never got close to Lu Mingshen’s heart in twelve years. Instead, for that bastard, she left my body battered and bruised.
She was like a dog with no dignity, ruining my reputation beyond repair.
Then, a month ago, Lu Mingshen’s beloved first love returned to the country, and her lackey beat the transmigrator and put her in the hospital, just to teach her a lesson.
The mission was declared a complete failure, and the transmigrator was erased. Only then did I regain control of my body.
Before I could even be glad, I was met with the first love’s increasingly vicious attacks and Lu Mingshen’s humiliation.
Fine. You brought this on yourselves.
If the transmigrator’s soul was a delicate little white flower, then the real me is a black-hearted lotus that can take lives.
