[Highlighted] The CP is a certain slacker Wind God. OOC and headcanon ahead.
I transmigrated to another world, but I have no idea what I'm supposed to do.
I don't even know who my target is. I must be one of the worst transmigrators ever.
Anyway, as long as I'm still alive, I should start by making sure I'm safe and finding somewhere decent to live.
Don't you agree, you worthless Wind God who turned me down and made me think you weren't my target?
[The blurb is in first person, while the story itself is in third person. (Sorry, I'm no good at writing blurbs!) The plot is awful, and it's all fluff, so read at your own risk.]
Theme: Fighting for all the beautiful things in the world.
