What’s the point of transmigrating into the body of a marquis’s daughter who’s terminally ill?
I decide my fate, not heaven’s. Xiao Yi runs straight into a tree, only to come back to life again.
Fine, I give up… The little-love System says, “That’s more like it. You can keep yourself alive by cuddling, instead of dying young.”
“With whom?”
“Your husband, the one who’d eat you alive and leave no bones behind.”
“You know he’s like that, and you still suggest it?!”
Good news: I transmigrated and became the legitimate daughter of a marquis.
Bad news: My mother died, my father doesn’t care about me, my stepmother doesn’t love me, and I’ve been saddled with a frail body that coughs blood every three steps and faints every five.
Even worse: There’s a dumb System in my head, and I named it myself: Little Ai.
“Host, this System is here to help you reach the pinnacle of, ”
“Shut up, Little Ai! Just block my pain first! I’ve been coughing so hard my lungs are about to come out!”
