The Story of a Little Dumpling

My name is Bai Luo. Note that Luo isn't the word for glutinous rice, so don't call me Dumpling.

If Heaven gave Bai Luo a chance to start over, he swears he wouldn't steal rabbits or swindle people by pretending to be "Half-Immortal Bai."

But he doesn't get that chance.

"Dumpling. You're the best. How about we lie down while we talk about life?"

"You bastard."

[PS: I'm bad at writing blurbs, and the first chapter isn't great either. It gets better later, so please stick with it for a few chapters. It's a slow burn, and updates are slow too. I tend to drag out the plot, but I still hope you'll give it a try. Thank you! *bows*] [I don't even know what I'm writing anymore. It makes no sense at all. Just read it for fun. I'll do my best to give it a proper ending.]