I’m sure everyone born in the late eighties knows someone named Yanan. I’m one of the many Yanans, Wang Yanan.
But now I’m all grown up and have changed my name to Wang Mengjiao, because I dream of becoming someone everyone can be proud of, not just an older sister who revolves around her younger brother.
But after changing my name, why has my identity changed too? I take a nap, bind to a System, and begin a life of transmigration.
Heh, heaven hasn’t treated me badly. It’s about time I got to enjoy life as a wicked capitalist’s daughter and a spoiled, fussy young lady.
As for the mission to save the small worlds, that’s easy. If they want children, I can have as many as they like. Enjoying all this wealth and luxury without making any effort would leave me uneasy.
