[A hot-tempered, arrogant rabbit gentleman + a wily fox lady who loves to tease]
Jia Lan's life had always been full of holes. From childhood onward, nothing ever seemed to go right. She lived by the motto that being alive was fine, but being dead would be even better.
Everyone called her crazy, but at thirty, she met a fellow mental patient: a psychologist who walked with a limp, though he was pretty handsome.
“Odd-tempered and always sticking his nose into other people's business,” was how Jia Lan described him.
But why? Cheng Qianyi, why do you love Jia Lan so much?
The man would always smile and say,
“She has a terrible temper. Someone has to spoil her.”
She'd suffered too much and met too many bad people. It was only right that a good guy like him protect her.
Jia Lan returned to the age of seventeen, when all the bad things had only just begun... and met Cheng Qianyi at seventeen, too. Unlike the thirty-year-old Cheng Qianyi, the seventeen-year-old seemed a little immature.
He was arrogant and full of himself, loved putting on an act, and was the kind of guy who couldn't stop crying once he started...
They met again in the heyday of transmigration novels
Jia Lan cut straight to the point. “I'm your wife from the future.”
“Oh, and you have a butterfly-shaped birthmark on your butt.”
“Don't say another word.”
Cheng Qianyi's face was already red enough to drip blood. Fine, he believed her, okay?
Seventeen-year-old Cheng Qianyi had never believed in ghosts or gods, but somehow he'd met a girl who wasn't quite right in the head.
Like her? Impossible!
But the king of stubborn denials quietly tilted his heart toward the girl he loved most.
Sweetness with a side of angst. Take it slow, everyone.
