Synopsis
My name is Lin Luoqing. I transmigrated into a book today, and honestly? Not panicking even a little. I know this story inside and out. I have the plot advantage. Peak of life, here I come. Winner in life, that's going to be me. Hold on — who is that kid over there peeking around the corner? Why is he in my house? He's staring at me with something like three parts sadness, five parts resentment and two parts... complicated. "What's your name, kid?" I ask, very gently, warm spring breeze energy, welcoming smile. The child stares back, cold and…
