Year After Year, Into My Arms [Book Transmigration]

Early autumn had arrived, but the lingering summer heat still clung to the air. Even the breeze carried a warm softness.

In the courtyard, Xi Wu lounged on a reclining chair, lying on her side in a moon-white gauze dress. Its pale blue, silver-tinged color was cool and clear as water, while the light, sheer fabric turned almost translucent in the sunlight. Silver threads embroidered the entire dress with lily of the valley. Fine, bright strands glimmered along the gauze, and when the breeze passed, the flowers shifted with the hem, scattering flecks of light. The dress accentuated her perfectly balanced figure, making her look both elegant and breathtakingly beautiful.

Wei Zhiruo stared, entranced, but still remembered to ask the question she'd been turning over in her mind.

"Suishui, who will you choose?"

Would it be her cool and obsessive cousin and childhood companion, Wei Yuheng, who loved her wholeheartedly? Or the gentle, detached gentleman Xie Yanxing, whose feelings for her were just beginning to stir? Or perhaps the spirited, carefree young marquis, Xiao Sui?

She really was curious. After all, the dramatic love-triangle show she'd loved watching in middle school was playing out before her eyes, with one of her closest friends as the protagonist!

Xi Wu idly played with and examined a fragrant pink silk fan in her slender jade fingers. Her expression was calm and untroubled, with none of the awkwardness or panic of someone caught in a romantic entanglement.

Who would she choose?

Xi Wu's lips curled slightly, her eyes shining. She looked all the more dazzling.

It wasn't something she needed to consider.

P.S. The first chapter is a prologue. You can skip it without affecting your enjoyment of the main story.

The author's writing is still immature, and the novel is written according to the author's whims. The characters aren't smarter than the author.

The male lead has not yet been decided. We'll see how the story develops.

Theme: Love has no single form. Selflessness and possession can both come from the heart