Life Is a Play

Even after living for a thousand years, she still has a lazy, mean streak. Her beautiful face hides it perfectly. She looks easy to bully, but is she really?

Their meeting was such a coincidence, as if everything had been predestined. But are these seemingly ordinary coincidences really so coincidental?

A creature from another world inexplicably appears on the sea; a giant door suddenly appears from nowhere; a book from China is believed to be connected to the historical text, sending various factions scrambling to claim it; and a sword from an old friend also seems to be tied to all of this...

Warnings: The heroine has terrible morals and thinks she's the best in the world. She's not only crazier than a telephone pole is tall, but also an overgrown child. Still, everyone loves her.

The male lead and male supporting characters all have hidden cases of lovesickness. They spend a long time being idiots, but are occasionally serious.

Who knows what reason I'll come up with for choosing someone to end up with the heroine? Not even I will know until the very end.

My typing speed can't keep up with my imagination, and my writing can't keep up with the plot. I'll do my best. If I can't write a part, please use your imagination to connect with mine, or just imagine it yourself.

The male and female leads' intelligence is forcibly synced with the author's, and the author's intelligence is almost always offline.

I'm a third-year college student now, and I just realized I haven't gotten my certifications yet. All I can say is that I used to do nothing but play, and now I regret it. I'm cramming for my certifications like crazy. Updates will be irregular, but I won't abandon the story. I'll try to post a chapter during holidays. I'm sorry, cuties. I love you all. Mwah, mwah, mwah.