A tragedy? A story where other people suffer counts, doesn’t it?
[Villainess + System + redemption + eighteen twists and turns + slapstick + fighting tooth and nail]
Half an hour ago, Zhu An got the news that she’d passed her graduate school entrance exam. She was so excited she started crawling around in a gloomy corner, then accidentally hit the wrong button and transmigrated into an old-school tragic romance!
but...
What kind of person transmigrates into a book without pursuing a six-foot-tall, pale, cold-faced, eight-pack, Scorpio hottie,
and instead comes to dig coal??!
The System stretched. “If you don’t want to dig coal, you have to turn around the bad reviews of this tragic romance. Oh, and there’s Shen Yanci, the male supporting character with an unfulfilled longing.”
[Charming, stunning general’s daughter × aloof, broken, double-faced poison master]
*
The first time Su An met Shen Yanci, he was handsome and cool, and even blushed.
The second time she met him, he waved his hand, shaved off her plum-blossom hairpin, and fed her a dose of poison for good measure.
She coughed until her face flushed red, then heard his cold, flippant voice: “Seven-Step Powder. Take seven steps, and you’ll bleed from every orifice and drop dead.”
*
Shen Yanci cared about nothing: not the poison-making skills he took pride in, not his distinguished military service, not how long this body would live. He had never cared what life meant.
But he began lingering over the rabbit lantern she casually tossed aside. She mentioned liking plum blossoms, and he made them bloom red across the mountains. She accidentally touched the scar on his wrist, and the cowardice and possessiveness buried in his bones surged like a tide.
Shen Yanci didn’t believe in forever.
But as heaven and earth turned upside down, she clutched the rabbit lantern, her petite body shielding him as she fought with all her might to win him a happy ending.
When Su An woke, she was covered in blood, blooming like a red plum.
He held her tight, the corners of his eyes red. “Zhu An, shall we die and be buried together?”
