Loved You, Next Stop: Quick Transmigration

A.

"Sweet cakes, sweet cakes! A little angst makes love sweeter. Who wants to buy some sweet cakes?"

In the bitter wind, Zhan Yi walked the streets with a bamboo basket, calling out to passersby. She wore a ragged cotton dress and had no shoes on her feet. Her skin was blue with cold.

She called out to everyone who passed, but her voice was too faint for anyone to hear.

"Who wants to buy my sweet cakes..." The girl's voice grew fainter and fainter. Freezing, she curled up in a corner and clutched her basket tightly.

The sweet cakes had lost their warmth. Food left overnight had lost its market value.

The girl was exhausted, hungry, and cold. So she took out a cake and ate it, then took out another and ate it... She ate every last cake, then burped. "That was delicious!"

"But it looks like I can't sell sweet cakes," she thought. "Maybe I should try making poison cakes instead. I hope someone will buy them."

B.

"The person in the mirror is a peerless beauty, but he is flesh, bone, and blood. After a fire, all that remains is ash. Looking at this little handful of ashes, you know how dazzling he was in life. But now, can you fall in love with these ashes?"

Qin Yi looked at the wasteland beneath his feet, his expression cold. He seemed more like a machine than Sano, who really was one.

Every time he left a story, his heart grew a little colder. Even if he had been testing a mattress's resilience with his lover just a moment ago, the next moment he could calmly sort out his emotions and move on without looking back.

A textbook case of pulling his Dior out without a shred of feeling.

But Qin Yi refused to admit he was a scumbag. He thought the word was far too harsh. He had only given people the life they wanted. It couldn't be called emotional deception, either. They really had been loved. It just wasn't the real him.

(The above was a suicidal sort of statement. The following is what this story is actually about.)

Only love and a cough cannot be concealed.

Love, what a beautiful word. Just reading it makes the corners of your mouth turn up.

Love is eternal, making people vow to live and die together.

Love is also a shooting star, like a flower that blooms only briefly.

When you are in love, one glance is heaven.

When love is gone, even the memories seem unnecessary.

But why do I still sing the praises of love?

Because when a flower blooms,

you don't think of the hardship of waiting,

nor of the desolation after its petals fall.

Your heart and eyes are filled with nothing but that fragrant, vibrant beauty.

Finally: I hope everyone gets to experience sweet romance!

First world: Trans woman x Qin Yi

Second world: A CEO who loves no one x a man who transmigrates into her world (not written yet)

Theme: Sing the praises of love. Love knows no boundaries.