Jiang Luoge is a beautiful, proud socialite, pampered and arrogant, composed and radiant. She looks down at the throng of admirers swarming around her, yet disdains them all.
Her admirers try everything they can, but cannot earn so much as a passing glance. To long for her and never have her is enough to drive anyone mad.
How could she trample on other people's feelings like that?
Shen Qingqing, who transmigrated into a book, joins forces with the wealthy male lead and supporting male characters to break up and seize the Jiang family's businesses. She tears apart the lavish splendor that adorned Jiang Luoge, watching her fall from the clouds into the mire.
The victor, triumphant and beaming, embraces the male lead she chose from among the many outstanding men. She fails to notice his dark, delighted gaze as he looks at Jiang Luoge: at last, Jiang Luoge is looking at him.
It doesn't know what kind of being it is. It has no kindred, but it has found an amusing pastime.
The tiny beings who call themselves human, and can only live on a planet, discover a few changes every time they wake up.
When it woke this time, the little beings' homes were cleaner, and the boxes they sat in could fly. The one thing that hadn't changed was how doggedly they kept bringing all sorts of things home. Every new thing they collected made them happy for a long time.
It liked one little being best. She was always so full of herself.
She was also a little fussy and didn't like to eat, which worried it. It was afraid she would starve.
Then one day, the usually self-assured little being crouched on the ground and cried. Had other little beings taken her things? It thought for a moment, dug up a stone resembling one she liked, and gently placed it in her hand.
Jiang Luoge had just forcefully demanded that her parents, injured in a car accident, get proper treatment. If they refused to cooperate with their treatment and gave up on their own, they shouldn't call themselves her parents!
But after leaving the hospital, Jiang Luoge couldn't help but crumble and crouch down. The pampered socialite was now stained with dust. In a deserted corner, she lowered her head and wept.
Suddenly, Jiang Luoge felt a weight in her hand. A ruby the size of a tennis ball had appeared in her palm.
Jiang Luoge: ...?
It: ...Good. The little being stopped crying.
Theme: Clear skies after the rain
