Feng Qingyan transmigrated into a book. He hadn’t really believed such a thing was possible, but reality gave him a hard slap in the face. Fine, he’d transmigrated into a book, and he’d even been bound to an unreliable System. The System said he had to complete a mission to go home. Did they think he’d agree like the transmigrators in novels? No, no... Heh, fine. In the end, he gave in with tears in his eyes. Later, Feng Qingyan kept getting this ominous feeling. As it turned out, he was right.
Feng Qingyan said through gritted teeth: “So much for respecting your master!”
“Master, could you try liking me, just a little?”
“A Yan, come back!”
“A Jin, stay alive...”
“A Yan... don’t leave me all alone...”
“A Yan, I miss you so much. Where are you...?”
(This is my first novel. Ah... why does this blurb feel so embarrassingly melodramatic? I’m practicing my writing, practicing my writing, practicing my writing.)
It's okay, but it ended a little hastily later on.