An Idol Transmigrates into a Beautiful Girl and Takes the World by Storm with a Spiritual Pendant

When Ling Yao regained consciousness, his head was throbbing as if someone had smashed it with a blunt object. An unfamiliar fragrance filled his nostrils. It wasn't the scent of the aromatherapy commonly used backstage, but something herbal mixed with flowers, light yet strangely invigorating. He tried to raise a hand to rub his temples, only to find his arm heavy as lead. What his fingertips touched wasn't the familiar fabric of his stage costume, but soft silk, smooth as water flowing over his skin.