The sky was a vast expanse of blue without a cloud in sight, and ten blazing suns hung high in the sky, radiating intense heat.
A young girl in a white dress stood under a tree, her dress hem slightly dirty. She looked up with squinted eyes at the sky, beads of sweat trickling down her delicate forehead, silently falling on her shoulders from her temples.
Bai Chuwei sneered coldly in her heart, "Is this what you call book transmigration? Get out here!"
In the sky, ten suns.
She counted them over and over again, confirming that her eyes were not deceiving her—there were indeed ten suns in the sky.
Standing beneath a tree on the mountain top, her excellent vision allowed her to see clearly. In the distance, some unknown fierce beasts were galloping, and an ancient city wall stood miles away.
With just this, she was told she had transmigrated into a modern romance novel? Are you kidding her?
