Song Luxi transmigrated into a book, for no reason and without warning. Even though she didn't want to admit it, there was no denying it: she had really transmigrated.
Other people who transmigrated into books got a System or a plot-related golden finger or something. But all she had was a vague outline of the original novel, and nothing else.
The worst part was that having only a vague outline would have been bad enough, but the characters weren't even following the plot. Everything had gone completely off the rails.
Was she supposed to start an adventure in another world from scratch?
The one small comfort was that she had an ally, though he was a two-faced smiling tiger, a hypocrite hiding behind a gentle exterior.
That wasn't a problem. She just had to be extra careful.
She had watched a sweet, fluffy historical romance about two people secretly in love gradually turn into a tangled saga of hate and passion. It was truly unfortunate, because every single person was dangerous.
Under the author's pen, characters who had once embodied innocence, kindness, and every other lovely virtue had all transformed into sinister, brutal villains.
In her memory, the heroine had gone from a shy, innocent little flower to a ruthless black lotus, while the hero had turned from a spirited young man into a devious schemer.
And the Seventh Prince, renowned far and wide and her ally to boot, was the very definition of sweet on the outside, dark within.
Every step felt like walking a tightrope. One wrong move, and she'd be utterly destroyed, beyond all hope of redemption.
At this point, all she wanted to say was: Author of Peerless Elegance, you scammed me!!!
A conscientious heroine determined to avoid the original ending versus a duplicitous hero who’s determined to drag everyone down with him.
The story is entirely fictional.
