Surviving in the Wilderness

Why? Why? Why?!

Lu Dama wailed…

Why did other people transmigrate and become legitimate daughters who married princes, while she was dumped in this primitive era where people wore animal hides?

Fine. Her unreliable parents had given her a ridiculous name that sounded like it belonged to a caveman, so she’d accept her lot.

But why? Why? Why?!

Why could other people who transmigrated to ancient times get carried home and kept by handsome, muscular primitives, with adorable beasts for companions, while she was stuck with a half-dead invalid?

Look at that scrawny wild man lying beside her. Those ribs could make a washboard. But damn it, were there even any clothes to wash in this godforsaken place?

Lu Dama tilted her head toward the sky at a forty-five-degree angle. This was truly a bittersweet sorrow…

This is the story of an unlucky young woman who was taking a bath when her whirlpool tub short-circuited, sending her to an unknown world, and her passionate entanglement with a black leopard who can take human or beast form.

Can I say that what I’m writing is serious fiction? Really serious fiction?