Transmigrate into a book | Reserved, self-controlled hero x fragile fake white rabbit | Emotionally oblivious heroine
Love is not a skill you’re born knowing. They are both beginners.
Wen Tang transmigrates into a book, becoming a frail, pitiful adopted daughter who is sickly and dependent on others.
The System tells her: Win over the Lu family’s eldest son, Lu Yanzhou. Reach 100 affection points to survive.
Wen Tang asks, “What kind of person does he like?”
The System checks. “Cold and distant. Interested in no one.”
Wen Tang thinks about herself: she can’t talk, flatter people, or act. “Then forget it. I’ll live as long as I can.”
She doesn’t try to win him over. He doesn’t give her a chance to, either. They live under the same roof and exchange no more than ten words at a time.
Then one morning, she comes down with a fever. In the middle of the night, he enters her room and presses the back of his hand to her forehead. The next morning, there’s a pot of congee on the stove.
She thinks the housekeeper made it. Later, she finds out the housekeeper wasn’t there.
Then he makes it again. And once more after that.
He helps her with her homework, leaning close and speaking softly. Her hair falls loose, and he reaches out to tuck it behind her shoulder. Her ears turn red. So do his. They both pretend not to notice.
The System watches the affection score on its panel keep climbing, all the way to 99. Just one point short of full. But then it realizes something: Lu Yanzhou never gives a perfect score, not because he doesn’t like her, but because he’s afraid that once she has everything, she won’t need him anymore.
And Wen Tang has never looked at that panel.
A man who doesn’t know how to love and a woman who doesn’t know what love is slowly grow closer under the same roof.
