Luo Yan transmigrated into a novel.
From the very start, her family was ruined and everyone was dead. She was just about to head to the capital to seek out the male lead, only to become his stand-in White Moonlight and die shielding him.
Without hesitation, she turned back around, casually picked up a handsome young boy, and hid away in a mountain village to live in seclusion.
Who would have thought—the system, though late, finally arrived, declaring:
[1. The male lead has yet to trigger his destined encounters. Go online immediately.]
[2. Your childhood sweetheart is the villain.]
Luo Yan waved her hand dismissively.
“Impossible.”
Noticing her gesture, Zhu Yun tilted his head. His smile was gentle, but his foot pressed down with force, grinding a bleeding severed finger into the mud.
[System: “…”]
***
Forced by the plot, Luo Yan had no choice but to leave. She left behind only a letter, telling Zhu Yun to wait for her obediently. Then she went to find an opportunity to “die” in front of the male lead.
As her consciousness faded, she seemed to glimpse him pushing through the crowd, stumbling desperately toward her…
When she opened her eyes again, two years had already passed.
[System wailing: “Host! Host! The villain is about to kill the male lead!”]
Luo Yan struggled to climb out of the ice coffin.
“Don’t slander Ayun.”
***
On a rainy night.
Luo Yan stepped past a mountain of corpses and looked up at the temple. A tall, slender young man stood there. She called out tentatively, “Ayun.”
The youth was not surprised. Instead, he gave a languid smile, his expression half-mad under the flashing thunder and lightning.
“This substitute looks quite similar. Tell me, which kind of death do you prefer?”
Luo Yan staggered backward in fear, her voice trembling.
“Sy-system… my childhood sweetheart really does seem to be the villain.”
