Thin Clouds Drift, the Moon Shines Through

Eight years of love couldn’t compare to a three-month online romance. In this world overflowing with “fast-food love,” I’m lost… Where is my love, really? For no reason at all, I “transmigrated”! Though I became ten years younger, I ended up a divorced woman with a three-year-old child, doomed to have no chance of turning my life around in that era! And things were far worse than that! Was my son a scandal, or had I been framed? Even my life as a pampered rich girl seemed liable to be cut short at any moment. I’m a modern woman. What have I got to fear? I’ll bring all the courage and fighting spirit of a modern woman to this strange world. If I meet a god, I’ll kill him; if I meet a ghost, I’ll capture it! Ahem… What I mean is, I’ll take things as they come. I’ll step up when there’s trouble, and lie down when there isn’t! She fell in love with him, but what was it that finally made him fall in love with her: her uniqueness as someone who had transmigrated across a hundred years, or her own pure and untainted soul? Love isn’t transferred; it’s rediscovered, because it was there all along. To put it fancifully, this is a one-of-a-kind “transmigration” story. To be frank, it’s a “pseudo-transmigration.” Theme: