Transmigrating into Douluo: Awakening the Moon Goddess

Moonlight spills down as six-year-old Meng Xun curls up beneath an old locust tree, gazing up at the night sky

· She is small and pale, dressed in patched homespun clothes. Her silver-gray hair glimmers faintly in the moonlight

· Her gaze is distant and ethereal, as if she is looking at the moon, or perhaps somewhere far, far away

· She murmurs softly, “Crying again…”