Jiang Shihuai looked at the Lord Yama before her. Lord Yama was so beautiful, and her voice was so lovely too. Hmm? Why was Lord Yama a woman? Wait, Sister Yama was called Bie Lan'an. Wasn't she the heroine of the novel Jiang Shihuai had been listening to before she died? She didn't know the plot! She hadn't even finished listening to the synopsis!
Bie Lan'an: It's fine. I know the plot, and I can control how it unfolds. I've been reborn so many times that I know every trick you have as a scumbag Alpha. Don't think you can pull anything on me.
This was how Jiang Shihuai described herself: I am Runtu from Lu Xun's writings. I am the figure of transcendent beauty from the Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River. I'm just an ordinary person in this world. I'm one of the people like me in Mao Buyi's lyrics, one among the countless ordinary people waiting to be saved. As for Bie Lan'an, she's the heroine of a novel, the North Star visible when you look up at the night sky. She's the flame Prometheus brought to humanity. She's the Mona Lisa in da Vinci's painting. So excellent, so dazzling. I'm not worthy of her, okay?
The two of them were like parallel lines that would never meet. But Jiang Shihuai had never considered that even if they never crossed, they could still lie on the same plane.
The novel hadn't even reached chapter ten, yet Jiang Shihuai was already stuck, trapped by one mystery after another. How could she change the ending that had already been written? The supposedly hardest boss to win over turned out to be someone else entirely. This road to survival was so hard to walk.
Author, you'd better remember all the plot holes you've dug and fill them in one by one.
Theme: Sweet romance is still the best
