Jia She, the Divine Pen of the Red Chamber

This story will go VIP on October 30. Three chapters will be posted on the day it goes VIP. Chapters 37 to 170 are the discounted backlist, so please don't buy them again if you've already read them! Thank you so much for your support, kisses! My other story, After the Red Chamber: Hindsight Comes Late, is now updating!

Upcoming stories: The Clock Tower, Strange Tales: The Fixer, The Red Chamber: Am I Wang Ziteng?, and Strange Tales: The Little Ghost's Promotion Record

You're asking an office worker like me to go farming? No way. What do you mean, I won't have food if I don't farm? Then I'll live off someone else. What do you mean, this is the world of the Red Chamber? If I die, can I go back? ...System, come out here! Don't just stay silent. I promise I won't beat you to death. (Rolling up my sleeves and psyching myself up.)

Blurb: Jia She died in a world of ice and snow, surrounded by freezing snow. Only then did he finally understand how to live, but it was already too late. "If I get another life, I hope I'll learn to see clearly and live freely and without restraint..."

When he regained consciousness, there was a pen beside him. The instant he grasped it, he received a chance to start over. But why did using it require tears of genuine emotion? And why wasn't this opportunity free? What do you mean, I'm out of money? Whatever I need appears as soon as I take out the pen. What do you mean, I'm short on tears of genuine emotion? Master Jia She has no choice but to hurry off and collect them.

Theme: Don't just muddle through life, lost in confusion.