Lin Miao regained consciousness amid bone-chilling cold and the nauseating smell of disinfectant.
No, rather than regaining consciousness, it felt like being cruelly “loaded” back in. Her awareness was yanked back like a kite with a severed string, and a tide of fragmented memories flooded her mind. They belonged to another “Lin Miao,” a wage slave who had stayed up all night finishing a novel called The Tyrant CEO's Substitute Darling, then angrily complained, “The heroine is so stupid,” before everything went black.
