An unknown, lazy author has started a new story. This is pure, innocent fluff.
It's very, very wholesome. The heroine isn't all-powerful, and at worst she's only a little naive... The hero is the dark, brooding type.
This could turn into a bottomless pit, so proceed with caution if you decide to read it…
The author prays to the Buddha: "God, Lord, please bless me with the ability to write something original. Amen."…
Here's the blurb:
I didn't transmigrate, and I wasn't resurrected in someone else's body. I was actually reincarnated!
And wouldn't you know it, I was born in some unknown country…
Wuwu, my life is so tragic. I don't even know how I died in my previous life. Not only do I have no memories of it,
I don't even know how to reincarnate, so I became a wandering spirit.
I saw neither Heaven nor Hell, and I didn't see the Black and White Impermanence, either.
I thought I was doomed to be a ghost, until I met the man fate had chosen for me…
A man who could help me be reborn. It wasn't until much later that I found out
he, too, was a ghost who couldn't be reincarnated…
Because my soul was incomplete in my previous life, I died in an awkward way in this one.
Using unorthodox ghost magic, I borrowed another person's three hun and seven po to make up for what I lacked...
Turns out reincarnation really does need to be done properly!
Not only was I reborn in the wrong place, but my memories from when I was a ghost weren't erased, either…
The wheel of fate has begun turning once more… step by step, marching gloriously toward a cliché melodrama.
After being reborn, Night was frail and often sick. In the end, some shady fortune-teller brushed her off with, "Misfortune leans on fortune, and fortune hides within misfortune. Good fortune and bad fortune are far away, yet draw near to one another." Then he added, "The secrets of Heaven must not be revealed."
An expert's words naturally have expert-level insight, right? Exactly. So a simple message got twisted beyond recognition from then on…
Some years later…
Brother, what I was actually trying to say back then was, "Don't treat it as precious"…
