Gong Sitian looked at the ramshackle house and thought, What the hell?
It turned out she'd transmigrated into a period novel she'd just read.
According to the plot, her engagement would be called off, she'd be cheated on, and then scorned and forced to marry an old man.
She'd shine in her role as the villainess, give up everything she was supposed to give, and then be written out once she had no value left.
Realizing she'd become that villainess, Gong Sitian wanted to go back and beat the author to death.
What the hell? Had Gong Sitian offended the author or something? Why make her life so miserable?
Did villainesses have no rights?
Looking around her home once more, she decided... to hell with the plot, to hell with the hero and heroine. She was her own person, a firework unlike any other.
But when she saw that vast stretch of yellow earth, she felt like dying all over again.
She... couldn't farm or do manual labor!
The landlord's wolf cub: I can. I'll do it all for you.
Whenever night fell and all was quiet, he would toss and turn. Tiantian, you're so damn sweet!
Completed novel: Transmigrating into the 70s as a Delicate Beauty
Theme: A devoted, pampering romance with one couple.
