I Transmigrated into a Book and Got Tired of Living

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Song Zhiyu's parents died young, and she grew up moving between relatives' homes.

It left her with a cowardly heart smaller than a chicken's and a timid personality that made her answer every question.

After her college entrance exams, she found a novel and stayed up late reading half of it. The next day, when she opened her eyes, she had transmigrated into the book.

The male lead in the book was rich, domineering, and unreasonable; the female lead was poor, gentle, and unyielding. They tormented each other body and soul for hundreds of chapters, and even after all that, they still couldn't let go of each other.

But none of that had anything to do with Song Zhiyu.

Because the person she met was the male lead's younger brother, Lu Ran.

A short-lived guy who was going to die on the night of the male lead's twenty-fifth birthday.

Having transmigrated into a book that didn't even contain her name, Song Zhiyu didn't even realize she'd transmigrated into a book.

That is, until she happened to run into a boy on her way home from school, and he became the student sitting behind her.

His buzz cut gave him a rough look, and he had a cut on his face. The bandage below his eye was half peeled off, and his rebellious air couldn't hide his refined bearing. "I'm Lu Ran. What's your name?"

From that day on, Song Zhiyu's life seemed to be cursed with bad luck. Wherever she went, she ran into this walking disaster.

After being bullied yet again, Song Zhiyu hid in an empty corner, eyes brimming with tears. She muttered in frustration, "Just one more month. Then it'll be fine. He'll be dead next month..."

Lu Ran, who had followed her because he was worried, said, "...Are you tired of living? You dare curse me?"

The next day.

Song Zhiyu, who was tired of living, opened her eyes and found herself in Lu Ran's body.

"..."

When she said she was tired of living, she didn't mean this kind of tired of living, aaaaaah!!!!!!

The timid one who answers every question x the one who always gets even

It's probably a silly little story about a big bad guy warming the heart of a sweet little fairy.

Pre-release: Wandering Ache

In Gulin, Wen Li was practically an adjective.

With her signature red lips and ink-black hair, sharply defined eyes, and striking features, she was as proud as a blazing rose blooming in the bitter night.

Ever since she left home in the depths of winter at nineteen, her scumbag father and stepmother's family had become a sore spot she couldn't bear to touch.

Cheng Yue, who hit that sore spot with precision the first time they met, became a human punching bag, jumping every time the rose's thorns pricked him.

Their feud deepened as they clashed, and he thought they'd go on like that forever. He never expected that on a rainy day, he would follow behind her for three whole hours.

In the hazy, bewildering world around them, a street vendor selling snacks opened an orange-and-white umbrella, and they took shelter together beneath one corner of the eaves.

Half of Wen Li's face was swollen, five clear finger marks on her cheek, but her eyes were dry, without a hint of tears. She tapped the mala tang stall across the street with her slender index finger and said with her usual languid nonchalance, "I want some."

So that day, the young man, who had no phone on him, walked out into the rain, took off his watch, and begged the vendor with the furious air of someone about to overturn the stall. "You don't recognize Patek X Philippe? I could buy you hundreds, thousands of stalls like this! Do you really think I'd cheat you out of one bowl of mala tang, ma'am?!"

From that moment on, Cheng Yue's debt was paid.

And that was how it came to be that later, standing by the window in the night, smoke curling between her fingers, she asked him with a laugh:

"You have to like Wen Yu? What about me?"

[Bonus scene]

After they got together.

The two, so used to arguing whenever they met, couldn't quite adjust to their new relationship. Their interactions were somehow tinged with awkward restraint.

Cheng Yue thought they just needed a little more time.

He didn't expect that one afternoon, Wen Li would reach out and touch his ear, casually complimenting him on how nice it looked.

That afternoon, Mrs. Cheng, thousands of miles away, received a message from her younger son. It was utterly out of the blue, as if he were possessed.

Yueyue: Mom, thank you.

Yueyue: Thank you for giving me such good-looking ears.

Theme: Love life, and let romance live forever.