Yan Ruyu was crossing the road when a speeding car struck her, leaving her utterly crushed. In the bitter cold of December, she had just suffered a devastating blow from fate, never expecting to be chosen by a little ball of fluff called the System and become a quick transmigrator.
Yan Ruyu was a hundred times unwilling to become such an unlucky soul. She told it to send her home, but it shook its head, claiming that only by fixing the glitches could it help her return. With no other choice, Yan Ruyu agreed.
First World
Yan Ruyu suddenly found herself transformed into an assassin sent to kill the empress. She couldn't help but sigh and rub her forehead, grumbling, “What a perfect role for me. Well, let's see how cleverly I can steer the plot back on course.”
Zhao Yue stared in horror at the insectoid creatures closing in, her heart sinking as she thought she was about to meet her end. But at that critical moment, a mysterious woman dressed in black with a black veil over her face appeared like a savior from the heavens, claiming she had come at someone's request to protect her.
The heart that had been as still as dead water began to leap like a startled deer.
Watching her get along so warmly with her friends, the wicked soul in Zhao Yue couldn't help stirring, longing to make her her own.
But the little puppy was so disobedient, always sneaking off.
At last, she found traces of her on the Baoyuan Society app.
Her foxlike eyes, alluring and mysterious, now seemed steeped in possessiveness and desire. She gently licked her lips, as though savoring the prey about to fall into her hands, and murmured, “In the end, you'll still fall into my hands.”
