Darkness slowly peeled away.
A dull ache throbbed in Jiang Yanyan's head, as if someone had hammered into her skull repeatedly. Her ears rang, her chest felt tight, and every breath she took seemed heavier than the last.
The air smelled strange.
Not the sterile scent of hospitals.
Not the soft fragrance of luxury apartments.
But damp earth, old wood, and faint smoke.
Her eyelids fluttered.
With effort, she forced them open.
What greeted her was a cracked mud ceiling, patched with uneven wooden beams. Thin spider webs clung to the corners, swaying slightly in the faint breeze drifting through a broken window.
She froze.
"…Where am I?"
Her voice came out hoarse and unfamiliar.
She tried to move — and instantly felt something wrong.
Her body was heavy.
Unnaturally heavy.
Her arms were thick.
Her legs felt like lead.
Her chest rose and fell slowly, as if burdened by invisible weight.
Panic surged.
She forced herself upright.
The thin wooden bed creaked under her movement. The quilt slid down, revealing a body she barely recognized.
Thick arms.
A massive waist.
Soft flesh folding over itself.
Her heart slammed violently against her ribs.
"No… this isn't…"
Her breathing quickened. Her fingers trembled as she lifted her hand in front of her face.
The hand was large.
Plump.
Rough.
This was not her body.
Not the slender, toned figure she had perfected over years of discipline.
Not the body that had stood beneath blinding stage lights, wrapped in designer gowns, admired by thousands.
Her mind went blank.
Then —
Pain exploded behind her eyes.
Darkness slowly peeled away.
A dull ache throbbed in Jiang Yanyan's head, as if someone had hammered into her skull repeatedly. Her ears rang, her chest felt tight, and every breath she took seemed heavier than the last.
The air smelled strange.
Not the sterile scent of hospitals.
Not the soft fragrance of luxury apartments.
But damp earth, old wood, and faint smoke.
Her eyelids fluttered.
With effort, she forced them open.
What greeted her was a cracked mud ceiling, patched with uneven wooden beams. Thin spider webs clung to the corners, swaying slightly in the faint breeze drifting through a broken window.
She froze.
"…Where am I?"
Her voice came out hoarse and unfamiliar.
She tried to move — and instantly felt something wrong.
Her body was heavy.
Unnaturally heavy.
Her arms were thick.
Her legs felt like lead.
Her chest rose and fell slowly, as if burdened by invisible weight.
Panic surged.
She forced herself upright.
The thin wooden bed creaked under her movement. The quilt slid down, revealing a body she barely recognized.
Thick arms.
A massive waist.
Soft flesh folding over itself.
Her heart slammed violently against her ribs.
"No… this isn't…"
Her breathing quickened. Her fingers trembled as she lifted her hand in front of her face.
The hand was large.
Plump.
Rough.
This was not her body.
Not the slender, toned figure she had perfected over years of discipline.
Not the body that had stood beneath blinding stage lights, wrapped in designer gowns, admired by thousands.
Her mind went blank.
Then —
Pain exploded behind her eyes.
Facing the Mirror
She slid off the bed slowly, her movements clumsy and awkward.
Each step felt foreign.
Unbalanced.
Heavy.
The cold mud floor seeped into her soles.
Across the room, a small, cracked mirror leaned crookedly against the wall.
She hesitated.
Then walked toward it.
With trembling fingers, she lifted the mirror.
And froze.
A round face stared back at her.
Bloated cheeks.
Small eyes buried beneath layers of fat.
Oily skin.
Messy hair.
Her lips parted.
For a moment, she couldn't breathe.
"This…"
Her reflection blurred as tears overflowed.
She raised her hand, touching her face.
The soft flesh yielded instantly beneath her fingers.
This wasn't makeup.
This wasn't costume.
This was real.
A sharp sob escaped her throat.
She staggered backward and sank onto the bed, covering her face.
In her old life, she had lived by discipline.
Diet.
Training.
Perfection.
And now —
She was trapped inside the very body she had once feared becoming.
The Weight of Another Girl's Pain
As the memories settled, so did Liu Meilin's emotions.
Loneliness.
Insecurity.
Desperation.
Yearning for affection.
She remembered chasing after village boys, only to be laughed at.
Remembered standing behind doors, listening to neighbors mock her.
Remembered her mother's quiet sighs.
Her brothers' helpless frustration.
The shame she had brought them.
Jiang Yanyan's chest felt crushed.
"This girl…"
"She didn't want to be bad."
"She was just desperate to be loved."
Tears streamed silently.
For the first time, she didn't feel disgust.
She felt pity.
And sorrow.
Suddenly —
A clear mechanical sound rang inside her mind.
DING.
Her body stiffened.
[Soul Compatibility Confirmed.]
[Transmigration Complete.]
[Life Reversal System Binding… 100%]
Her breath caught.
"…System?"
A glowing translucent panel unfolded before her eyes.
Floating.
Silent.
Real.
[Welcome, Host Jiang Yanyan.]
[Mission: Rewrite destiny. Rebuild life. Achieve peak existence.]
Her heartbeat thundered.
She stared in disbelief.
This wasn't a dream.
This wasn't hallucination.
This was… opportunity.
Her breathing slowly steadied.
A strange calm spread through her chest.
"So…"
"You didn't bring me here just to suffer."
The system interface flickered.
[Correct.]
Her lips curved faintly.
For the first time since waking —
She smiled.
She wiped her tears and stood again.
The mirror reflected her swollen face.
Her heavy body.
Her clumsy posture.
Yet this time —
She didn't look away.
She stared directly at herself.
"At least I'm alive."
"At least I have another chance."
"At least…"
"I can change."
Her fingers clenched slowly.
This life started in mud.
But she would rise from it.
No matter how long it took.
No matter how painful it became.
She would rewrite Liu Meilin's fate.
And her own.
In that dim little room, beneath the cracked ceiling and dusty beams —
A new destiny silently took root.