Reborn as a Cannon Fodder Baby, I Just Want to Lie Flat and Be a Carefree Slacker

Jiang He woke up, choking on a pungent smell of mildew.

Above her was an earthen wall covered in old newspaper, stained with large patches of damp. Beneath her was a hard earthen bed that made her bones ache.

The air was thick with the sharp smell of cheap tobacco and the musty stench of a room that hadn’t been aired out in ages.

Her head buzzed. This dilapidated room, this smell: it was exactly like the home of the doomed villainous side character who died young in the melodramatic period novel she’d stayed up reading last night!

Help! Had she transmigrated into the book as the villain’s… equally doomed little daughter who wouldn’t live to see ten?!