I transmigrated into a trashy novel. Into the body of “Roella,” a fake saintess destined to die young.
My despair was brief. I quickly came up with a plan to survive.
When the real saintess—the female lead—appears, I’ll just say, “I knew I felt like a fake!” and step down!
Just as I was feeling relieved by my perfect plan…
Ding!
A completely shameless system window appeared before my eyes.
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