Good Grief, I Wake Up in the Top-Tier Star's Body Every Day

This book has no formulaic tropes, no mindless characters, and no idiots.

Sunlight filters through the plane-tree leaves, breaking into golden flecks that fall across the rooftops,

by the pond, and on the shoulder of a boy.

Back then, Jiang Yi was only seventeen,

with sharp features, a high nose bridge,

and a jawline so clean it seemed sculpted.

He was truly rebellious then.

And she truly liked him.

That love began on the day

when the boy leaned against a pillar, his whole bearing saying, “Keep your distance.”

Yu Wanyue walked into the plane-tree garden and spotted him at once.

In that moment,

the wind stopped and the cicadas fell silent.

Her whole world held only that boy.

Just like in everyone's memories of youth, who hasn't had an experience they willingly lost themselves in at the time, only to wake up heartbroken?

So what is love?

What love is doesn't matter. What matters is what we become in love.

Perhaps that is fate.

A love story that goes from being forced together to choosing each other wholeheartedly.

Because

we are willing to risk everything for love.