In order to find out the cause of her mother's death, she resolutely stepped into the aura of the most famous thief. However, a bullet took her life.
Her soul traveled to another world, her body was abandoned at a young age, her luck was hindered by her shabby appearance, and there was an untimely bomb in her body... How could she be so virtuous and capable, so coveted and tortured by the declining god!
Peach blossoms are coming, is it the ruthless one? Is it the fairy-like flower? Is it the honest and reliable one? Or...
On the undercurrent of danger, when love challenges ethics, which one is more serious? Which is more important?
Shaking his head, akimbo, jade pointing to the sky:
"When I came to this world, I never thought about going back alive!"
(This short article seems to be full of ups and downs, turbulent, but in summary it can be regarded as an ordinary and interesting story: a woman's small life, small temper, small persistence, and so many small persistences in true love. The heroine is not white, omnipotent, perfect, and immoral. She just has one skill and goes out to make a living. You might as well pass the time while holding the daddy.
I would like to write this article to commemorate my useless three points of enthusiasm. )