'What it feels like to be transmigrated in a book that you write? You will feel like you become a god that descended to your own world.'
*Slap!*
"Are you listening to me?" A young child with orange hair and almond eyes held her reddened cheeks as she glared at the woman in front of her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" The woman who was no older than forty years old step back.
"Nothing." The child said.
"Then! You better don't do anything and cause more trouble for me!" The woman said as she went out of the room. The child heard the loud tinkling of metal outside the door. The woman was probably locking her up now.
