Strictly speaking, Li Xiaoyang's death wasn't a suicide in the true sense of the word.
That night, over a few trivial troubles, Li Xiaoyang climbed onto the rooftop to get some fresh air and look into the distance. She'd only meant to feel the breeze, look at the moon and stars, and ponder the meaning of life. But she hadn't expected it to be so dark. She lost her footing and stepped into empty air...
So, just as the police and the ambulance crew came rushing to the scene, a bolt of lightning came down from the sky, and Li Xiaoyang rode it straight into a man's arms.
His face looked more and more familiar, more and more familiar, more and more familiar...
Li Xiaoyang suddenly leapt to her feet. "Y-y-y-y-you... are you the movie star Tang Hui?!?!?!"
One-sentence summary: Everyday life flirting with a movie star after transmigrating to the 1990s.
Things to know before you start:
1. This story is written in third person.
2. There is no real-life inspiration, no real-life inspiration, no real-life inspiration. Please don't associate it with anyone. Kisses~
3. Not much logic. The female lead is scatterbrained; the male lead is mostly normal.
4. Updates follow the rankings. If you like it, feel free to bookmark it and read it after it's complete.
5. Once you fall into my story, you're mine. Leave a comment and I'll send you a little red envelope~
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