Pain.
Everything hurts.
Jiang Yiyue finally woke up from the pain.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a gray-black sky through the dense, intertwined branches and leaves.
The sky?
Wasn’t she just working overtime in the office building?
How could she see the sky?
Could it be that she had caught up with the trendy phenomenon of sudden death and transmigration into a book?
At that moment, a web novel forcefully surfaced in her mind.
Damn it!
She really had died suddenly and transmigrated into a book!
She had become Jiang Yiyue, the cannon fodder female supporting character in a novel called *The Beloved Sweetheart*.
This Jiang Yiyue was the legitimate granddaughter of the Marquis of Jingnan.
As a child, she was lively, adorable, and well-liked.
The older she grew, the more beautiful she became.
At her coming-of-age ceremony, her unparalleled beauty instantly captivated the entire capital.
From then on, suitors nearly wore out the threshold of the Marquis of Jingnan’s residence.
Yet, she was wholeheartedly infatuated with the male lead, her childhood sweetheart, and had no eyes for any other man.
Unfortunately, the male lead was in love with her cousin—the female lead of the book.
After realizing the male lead’s feelings, she doubled her efforts to be good to him, hoping to win his heart.
Every time the female lead saw this, she would become jealous, upset, and insist on cutting ties with the male lead.
To prove his sincerity to the female lead, the male lead repeatedly humiliated the original host.
Outsiders gossiped endlessly about the original host.
Her reputation grew worse and worse.
For example, being affected and pretentious.
For example, lacking manners.
For example, behaving improperly, and so on.
But the male lead felt this was far from enough. He also used his power to suppress the Marquis of Jingnan’s household.
Unable to resist, the Marquis of Jingnan’s household simply sent her to a manor to lay low for a while.
Unexpectedly, on the way to the manor, they encountered mountain bandits.
While fleeing, she fell off a cliff.
After being rescued, instead of condemning the bandits’ atrocities, the people of the capital spread rumors that she had lost her chastity.
Her already poor reputation grew even worse.
The young gentlemen who had once pursued her all withdrew one by one.
Under pressure, the Marquis of Jingnan’s household sent her to a nunnery, forbidding her from stepping outside even half a step.
The male lead felt she deserved it, showed no remorse, and went to find the female lead with deep affection.
Damn him!
The original host was a bit foolish.
The original host did like handsome men.
The original host was a bit too forward.
But she was competing fairly and justly with the female lead for a man and hadn’t done anything evil.
If the male lead didn’t like her, he could have refused.
Why hurt her like this?!
Childhood sweethearts?
Bah!
What kind of man is fit to be the male lead?!
Bah!
Jiang Yiyue cursed a thousand times in her heart.
However, now was not the time for cursing.
Suppressing the overwhelming anger in her heart, she reassessed her situation.
Dark night.
Desolate mountains and wilderness.
If she kept lying here, she might be rescued like the original host.
By then, everyone in the capital would believe she had “lost her chastity.”
In the end, she would meet the same fate as the original host.
No.
She had to take the initiative and change her destiny.
…
She pushed herself up with her hands, enduring the pain, and slowly sat up.
Thank goodness.
Thank goodness.
Thank goodness the mountain wasn’t too high, and she hadn’t broken any bones.
She could walk.
Leaning against a tree trunk, she stood up bit by bit, steadied herself, and began walking downhill.
The surrounding air was bitingly cold.
Unfamiliar bird calls and animal cries echoed continuously, like ghosts and spirits.
Utterly terrifying.
She couldn’t help but quicken her pace, softly and devoutly reciting the core socialist values to ward off evil.
“Prosperity.
“Democracy.
“Civility.
“Harmony.
“Freedom.
“Equality.
“Justice.
“Rule of law… Ah!” Not paying attention, she tripped over something.
With a thud, she fell hard to the ground.
Her wounds were jolted again.
So painful.