The night was even colder for Poppy when she saw many couples spending their time together on her way back to the apartment where she lived. 

"I want to feel it too," Poppy murmured, gazing wistfully at the couple making out in the restaurant. 

However, Poppy could only see it all from a distance, she never got the chance to feel love until now. Poppy's life was too empty, and she was constantly occupied with her work. 

With sluggish steps, Poppy entered her messy apartment, not caring about the trash scattered around her. Poppy lay down on her bed and closed her eyes. She had no energy to eat or bathe. 

As an orphan and living in an orphanage Poppy had to work hard to support herself as soon as she left the orphanage. Therefore Poppy had no time to enjoy her life, her whole life revolved around working and making money. 

. . .

Another day passed, and Poppy found herself working at her desk with a pile of files on the side of her desk. 

"Gosh, you'll be buried in that pile of files in no time, Poppy." A woman's sweet voice came from behind Poppy. 

Without even looking back, Poppy knew who it was; it was Clarissa, her charming and friendly coworker, at least that's what people knew. However, Poppy knew that her manager often delegated Clarissa's work to her. 

"You could do me a favor if you knew there were too many files on my desk," Poppy muttered as she continued typing away on her keyboard without a care in the world for Clarissa. 

"What did you say?" Clarissa approached with a question. 

"Nothing." Poppy rose from her chair carrying a file and walked towards her manager's desk, passing Clarissa unceremoniously. 

For a moment Clarissa glanced sarcastically at Poppy when no one was looking in her direction, then her face broke into a small smile and she watched Poppy from a distance. 

Soon, there was a snapping sound, as well as the sound of a table being pounded by someone who turned out to be the manager Poppy was addressing. 

"Didn't I tell you to do it more creatively! You're doing the same thing as before!" 

"But, last time you said to change it like that," Poppy's retort began to shrink as she heard how her manager was scolding her. 

"You dare to contradict me? No wonder no man wants to be with you, who would want a woman like you, even your face isn't pretty at all!" 

Poppy was silent as she listened to her manager's heart-stopping words, not even noticing when Clarissa approached her. 

It was only when someone embraced her from the side that Poppy realized that Clarissa was already beside her while speaking with her sweet mouth. 

"Gosh, you don't have to say it like that. I'm sure Poppy knows that herself," Clarissa said with a flirtatious smile on her face. 

"What a difference it makes to see you in front of me, Clarissa. You're fresh and charming, Poppy you should learn from Clarissa, at least if you're not good at your job, at least pretty like Clarissa!" 

Poppy's head dropped even more when she heard those words, she could hear them both laughing out loud in front of her, not realizing what they were doing hurt her so deeply. 

Not only that, but Poppy could also feel the scornful stares directed at her as she walked back to her desk, feeling super sad and like no one cared about her feelings. 

. . .

And tonight, Poppy had to work overtime again because the work was still piling up, and her manager wouldn't let her go home until she finished half of it. 

Black bags adorn Poppy's face, her eyes focused on the monitor in front of her. Honestly, Poppy already felt her eyes getting tired, and even wearing glasses didn't help her. 

Not just her eyes, Poppy could feel her whole body was very weak at the moment. Until finally Poppy felt her eyes foggy and she felt something flowing from her nose. 

"Da-blood?" Poppy's voice sounded confused and weak at the same time, she was shocked when she realized that she had a nosebleed. 

A moment later, Poppy could feel her body weakening, and she fell out of her chair; she tried to reach for her cell phone, but she felt her body wavering. 

Intending to make an emergency call, Poppy saw the message sent by the man who went on a blind date with her last weekend and she rejected it outright and even swore at him rudely. 

"Even... at a time like this... no one cares about me." Poppy, who was already lying on the floor, felt her consciousness slowly fading away. 

At that moment, there was only one thing Poppy could think of, and that was that this time she really died from overwork. The one thing she regretted was not living her life the way she wanted to. 

. . .

What will you do when you open your eyes again when you realize that you have passed away before? 

At first Poppy was still confused when she woke up seeing the roof of a house that was unfamiliar to her, several times she blinked her eyes still unconscious. 

"Am I in hell?" Poppy slowly woke up from her sleep, and her eyes looked around the room. 

"I don't think hell would be shaped like this." Poppy frowned in confusion as she saw that the room looked like a typical living room. 

Only then did Poppy realize that she was not in hell and that she was still alive. Still not believing what she was thinking, Poppy slapped her cheek as hard as she could, and as a result, she screamed in pain. 

"This isn't a dream, and I'm still alive!" Poppy's eyes rounded in disbelief, and she jumped for joy. 

"But the thing is, I don't know where I am right now. This isn't my apartment, and this house is too weird to consider a typical home. 

Wondering where she was, Poppy decided to walk out of the house to see where she really was. 

And when Poppy opened the door she could see that the house was in the middle of a frozen forest, she felt like she was in another world as she looked at the strangely frozen trees. 

"Damn it! Have I transmigrated?" Poppy stood like a fool in front of the house's door, still not understanding what was happening to her right now. 

The only explanation that made sense to Poppy right now was that she had transmigrated just like in the novels she often read to fill her empty life. 

Instead of fear or anxiety, a big smile appeared on Poppy's lips, "Is it time for me to find the love of my life?"