Before I turned seventeen, my life wasn't exactly happy, but it was peaceful. After all, compared with being swept away by an accident and forced to start over at age five in another fictional world, any other ups and downs could be called "peaceful." Trapped in a "paper world" with no way back, and not wanting to return anyway, I gave up struggling and settled into the quiet life here. Then one day, I realized this world was actually the setting of Detective Conan, the anime I'd once followed. Later, I discovered that my name in both worlds was "Qing"... Maybe it wasn't a coincidence after all. What is the reason for my existence? What is my purpose?
Theme: Even in a world you cannot change, hold fast to your own will and live a life in which you are the protagonist.
What a fairy lady I discovered! Immortal writing sheds tears
Still want to. . . Tiger floor model please update
What a great writing and style, looking forward to the follow-up!