Your Epilogue, My Prologue
He had been living by walking on shards of shattered glass. Insulted, calculated, betrayed; those were the foods filling him as he grew up. As he became the one on the peak of success, the last betrayal finally killed him.
When he woke up again, it was a new scenery. A loving parents, respectful servants, a luxurious home. The new world he was reborn into, was a thoroughly new experience for him.
...Hmm, but wait a second? Did Second Uncle just came over riding a flying carriage?
...Isn't the thing Aunty Xue holding is a camera?
...Is this a cultivation world or not? Where the hell does all the things from modern era came from???
Just as things couldn't become anymore confusing, a sudden word from his mother fell like a nuclear bomb.
"Dearest baby son, tell mommy the truth. You're transmigrated or reborn? If you're transmigrated, which era and which country are you from? I came from year 2x1x."
A/N:
- Irregular update, will try for 1 per week.
- A collection of short stories and drabbles.
- A "what if real modern technologies meet the ancient xuanhuan" sort of situation.
- Author is a single dog, but will occasionally feed marshmallows.
- Please give comments! Her Highness likes positive feedback :)
