Things used to be perfectly ordinary: going to school and coming home every day, teasing my childhood sweetheart.
That was my everyday life, and it was the everyday life I loved most.
But then, one day, a pale-faced man shot two arrows into my back, and everything changed...
P.S. I'm just writing this for fun, so don't expect too much. I still plan to focus on the novel I've already written tens of thousands of words of.
P.P.S. How should I put it? The novel might not match the plot. This is not a transmigrate story, so don't overthink it. If you're looking for a transmigrate story, sorry, you won't find one here. (It all comes down to the weird title I gave the novel. My fault.)
