After the train derailed, my roommate and I transmigrated at the same time.
She got to choose first and picked a centenarian general, leaving me with no choice but to be reborn as a frail young lady.
As it turned out, she lost thirteen cities in a row on the battlefield.
While fleeing, an enemy general cut off all her limbs and stuffed her into a clay jar. She finally died at the age of one hundred.
Meanwhile, because I was sickly, my parents and husband doted on me like I was the apple of their eye. I lived a life of pampering, fine clothes, and delicious food.
After being reborn, she snatched the frail young lady’s fate again.
“So what if I can only live to forty? It’s my turn to be cherished and pampered! And you, enjoy the time you have left with all your limbs!”
I flexed my healthy, strong body and smiled.
My roommate didn’t know that my parents and husband had transmigrated here with me.
