"Congratulations, Host, you've transmigrated into the novel When the Flowers Fall!" A plump little snowball floated in the air. "Um... then what role am I?" The girl's voice from the bed was clear and sweet, but her mind was busy recalling the plot of this book. When the Flowers Fall was an obscure female-led novel. Normally, a heroine in this kind of story would have a golden finger, but this book went against the grain: its heroine was an utterly innocent, naive sweetheart, so naturally her ending was tragic and miserable. That was why the novel was so obscure. "I'm not the heroine, am I?" Zhao Ling sighed at the snowball's hesitation. "Fine. As a seasoned reader of household-intrigue novels, I'll do a good deed and change her fate." The voice in the room gradually faded. Outside the window, the maple leaves rustled. "Change her fate." The youth in the tree repeated the words one by one, his tone full of mockery. He chuckled. "The little girl has big ambitions."
Poisoned wine, swapped clothes, spilled water, framing and slandering the scumbag. Sitting before the mirror as she changed, the girl's expression was calm. "Normal. These are the basic tricks of household intrigue. That's pretty much the main quest."
She overcame every obstacle head-on, except...
"Young lady, you're quite skilled." A lazy voice sounded. Had she been discovered? "Congratulations, Host! You've activated a hidden quest. Current progress: 20."
"Madam, the general sent me to deliver a message..." Ye Han's voice was choked with emotion. Zhao Ling's heart sank. "He said, Madam, go home early. Remember to wait for him to come find you." Hearing this, Zhao Ling felt her heart sink halfway, yet the youth's murmured words from that day came to mind: "When that day comes, I'll come find you." Her eyes reddened. "Quest complete. Host, you can return to reality!" Snowball's voice came from beside her as the entire world slowly shattered into fragments before Zhao Ling's eyes.
"Clever little girl."
"I've married you, my darling girl."
"Together forever, never to part."
"When that day comes, I'll come find you."
The voices continued in her ears, while the world had already disappeared. "Goodbye, Host."
Moral: Maybe this isn't quite so tragic?
