I died and was reborn.
Then I discovered I was Yang Chan, the third child of Yao Ji, the Jade Emperor's younger sister.
But I'm a man, damn it!
Why does everyone except my parents insist I'm a girl?
Think of it as a parallel world. My writing isn't good, my writing isn't good, my writing isn't good.
OOC is inevitable, and the characters will definitely be out of character.
I write purely to indulge my own fantasies.
If you can't accept that, just leave and block me.
It's better for both of us. Please don't leave mean comments, thank you.
Because you may think the characters are ruined.
*This is a story about being reborn as a gender-swapped Yang Chan.
*The gender swap happened, but not completely.
*Everyone thinks I'm a girl.
*Even though I'm a man, I was given the title of the Holy Mother of Huayue, one of the Three Saints.
There's no logic to it. I just wanted to write this premise.
Any similarities are purely coincidental.
Theme: Making up for childhood regrets
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