Romance in the Rain: The Red Dress Has Yet to Stain the Old Courtyard

Yan Ni's first thought when she woke up was, “Which idiot painted the walls a muddy gray?” Her second was, “Where's my livestreaming gear? Did someone steal it?” It wasn't until she saw a chipped coarse porcelain bowl on the table and felt the faded old cotton clothes on her body that she finally panicked. This wasn't her rental apartment, or anywhere she'd ever been. “Kidnapping?” She scratched her head and muttered, “I'm just a tiny streamer. Would kidnapping me even cover the gas money?” Before she could figure it out, unfamiliar memories began flooding into her mind. A few minutes later, Yan Ni slumped onto a little stool, close to tears. Fine, she had transmigrated, but why had she landed in the Republican era? How was she supposed to live like this? But the real shock was still to come. In her memories, just before her grandmother died, she had gripped Yan Ni's hand and said haltingly, “Your father... is called Lu Zhenhua...” Yan Ni: “???” Wait, why did that name sound so familiar? Then it hit her. This wasn't just the Republican era. She had transmigrated into a book! And not just any book, but the tearjerker Deep Love in the Rain, a story with “angst” practically encoded into its DNA! Now she was going to experience all the Lu family's mess firsthand?