Riding the Wind

Off-the-Wall Version:

I woke up to find my familiar bedroom had turned into the middle of nowhere. What was going on?

Wen Susu: Either this is a prank show, or I've transmigrated, which is already an outdated plot. Given the author's limited imagination, I'll go with the latter.

Correct. Then take a guess: where have you transmigrated to?

Wen Susu: Going by the author's limited imagination, either ancient times or... ancient times.

Wrong. Here's a hint: your skills can level up.

Wen Susu: ...An online game?

Wrong. Here's your second hint: demons, monsters, and immortals all roam the same world.

Wen Susu: ...Cultivation? Wait, you just said leveling up...

Wrong. Here's your third hint: watch your affection rating.

Wen Susu: (shocked) Affection rating? What on earth is going on?!!!

Literary (More Like Incomprehensible) Version:

A pillow's dream, a butterfly's reverie; in this fleeting life, I laugh, drunk on the city's beauty.

Green waters bear a boat, willows droop over distant hills. Who remembers the crimson-clad beauty, whose song once rode the wind?