"How did you come to this world?"
Qi Jianyi turned to face Song Chengfeng, her expression calm but thoughtful. His question, though simple, struck a chord within her. It wasn't just difficult to answer—it was the very question that had haunted her since her arrival.
"You mean, how did I transmigrate into this world?" she asked, deliberately emphasizing the word transmigrated. She couldn't help but find the irony in his curiosity—it mirrored her own desire to uncover the truth.
"I don't know," she said with a small shrug, her tone light yet laced with frustration.
"You don't know?" Song Chengfeng's brows furrowed in confusion, his disbelief evident.
Meeting his gaze, Qi Jianyi placed her hand on the table between them. "It's far more complicated than you think, Chengfeng. Even after everything I've been through, I still haven't figured out how I came to this world."
