"Other people transmigrate, and so do you. Other people become powerful after they transmigrate, enjoying the company of lovers on both sides and gaining fame and fortune. At the very least, they've got two men blindly pursuing them. How come all you do after transmigrating is wallow in despair and try to kill yourself?" Ge Zi asked.
"Ahem. You're asking me? Why don't you ask yourself? Are you crazy? Other people were writing transmigration stories eight hundred years ago, and you're still bold enough to write one eight hundred years later!" Er De said unhappily.
"Fine, write a transmigration story, but don't saddle me with this awful setup! What do you mean I'm sickly, fearful and sensitive, and an underage girl with a flat chest?!" Er De poked Ge Zi in the arm as she demanded an answer.
"It makes it seem like you have plenty of room to grow, Miss. Calm down and have some Xin Ye tea. It's from Beiluo, year 1356 of the Xincheng era," Ge Zi said.
"Pah! Strong female leads are all the rage now. What female lead is as weak as a little chick? I want the kind who can change the world with a snap of her fingers. Yes, exactly that kind!" Er De wasn't buying it. She glared at him with wide eyes and shouted.
"That won't do. Your sister Youlan has already claimed that kind of leading role. If she finds out you're competing with her for it, she'll happily burn you to ashes," Ge Zi said.
Er De swallowed and said quietly, "She's all right, I suppose. I'm more afraid of the male lead. Mr. Ge, are you sure someone who's insolent, reeks of thuggery from head to toe, has terrible taste, and lacks manners can be the male lead? This is terrifying!"
"Don't worry. Everything depends on the choices you make!" Ge Zi said.
Er De fell silent for a long time after hearing this, as if she found it reasonable.
But when she turned away, she muttered softly. From the shape of her lips, it was probably:
"Go die, male lead."
Passing by leaves traces, Jianghu morality, hahaha