I transmigrated into the body of a dessert shop owner.
At first, I only planned to coast through life, eating well and enjoying my freedom.
Unexpectedly, one day, a red-haired young man pushed open the shop door. He spoke with a strong Northwestern accent, while his phone rang with a song: "In my dreams, I know not how many years have passed, as I forget the threads of love and worldly cares..."
Me: ???
Holy crap! So I transmigrated into The Outcast!
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·First-person narration
·A The Outcast fanfic, with all kinds of characters popping up
·I'm just letting my imagination run wild, writing whatever comes to mind
Theme: Life needs a little sweetness
