The Goddess is Sweet and Aloof

Qiao Xiaren woke from a deep sleep, completely immobilized. The sky was gloomy and rain pelted the ground, hitting her body with a bone-chilling cold.

Her facial features were very exquisite, her skin delicate and glossy like porcelain glaze, rendering a smooth outline. However, upon closer observation, half of her face bore interlacing scars, horrific like a dreaded ghost.

"Haha~~"

Perhaps they assumed she was already dead and so without any reservations abandoned her in the wilderness, covering her body haphazardly with a bamboo mat.

The world could never imagine, this superstar Qiao Xiaren who had become a three-time acclaimed movie queen at the age of 24, had been made use of and betrayed by her husband and his mistress in the prime of her career. They stepped on her fame to ascend to the pinnacle of the entertainment industry.

Qiao Xiaren couldn't comprehend why Ye Mohan could despise her so much, even after she had pitifully become a stepping stone for him and that woman, he continued to viciously seek revenge against her.

Seemingly, their hatred towards her was relentless.

Nobody could conceive the life she had been leading previously, she had even been on her knees, indulging in the dirtiest and most tiresome work of the world, yet Ye Mohan and Qiao Anchu wouldn't let her go.

"Ye Mohan, Qiao Anchu, even if I, Qiao Xiaren, die, I will not let you off..."

Qiao Xiaren's voice was soft, carrying a frightening chill in the midst of the darkness and despair, akin to a ripping sound deep in her throat.

She didn't know how much time had passed. In this dark despair, she was waiting for the final death. She seemed to hear a vague sound near her ear, a voice was speaking, like a cold machine.

"System has automatically searched for a compatible organism, beep, commencing integration."

"Host begins integration, beep, beep, beep..."

"Beauty: 1000."

"Wealth: 0."

"Acting skills: 1000."

"Star Luck Value: 20."

"Affiliated space: Yet to open."

Qiao Xiaren had no idea what was happening, it was as if she had plunged into an endless darkness, undulating and waning in mist. It was as though she was having an interminable nightmare.

Within the nightmare, her past life was replayed.

"Qiao Xiaren, Ranran we love you... Ah..."

"Xiaren, only love Xiaren, never change Ranran..."

Her fans were frantically cheering for her, she strode across the red carpet in a nude-colored off-shoulder dress, signing her name at the Global Film Gold Awards Ceremony. The scene suddenly transitioned to Ye Mohan and Qiao Anchu entwining lasciviously on the bed.

The disheveled clothes scattered around were a clear indication of the urgency of the man and the woman. Qiao Xiaren hadn't expected that after she used her resources to help Ye Mohan become a superstar in the entertainment industry, she'd be ruthlessly discarded by him in the end.

"Qiao Xiaren, I have never liked you, you were the one throwing yourself at me. A slut, actually thinking I want your damaged goods? Now, you may leave."

The two scenes toggled back and forth, replaying repeatedly, causing Qiao Xiaren to let out almost a pained sob. When she woke again, morning light was streaming in through the window.

"Beep, Host is physically depleted, system under repair..."

Qiao Xiaren clearly heard the cold mechanical voice inside her head, a chill running down her spine. She didn't know who was speaking by her ear, wasn't she already dead?

Qiao Xiaren tried to open her eyes, but lacked the strength to struggle. A surge of data suddenly flooded her mind, as if a machine was operating, various sets of data rotating crazily inside her head. Qiao Xiaren even felt as if her head was about to explode.

This feeling was like being reborn. A warm current rushed in, and Qiao Xiaren could feel it ecstatically surging through the pores of her body. This unknown situation was inexplicability terrifying.

Qiao Xiaren seemed to be trapped in a spell, blind and deaf, the cells and flesh inside her body were beginning to coalesce. She was unaware, that the wounds on her body were miraculously healing.

"Beep, system repair completed."

The familiar ceiling, the familiar bed, she was lying on a sky-blue soft quilt.

In reality, Qiao Xiaren had already been awake quite a while. Her ears perked, she listened to the sounds coming from outside the house, her clear and striking black eyes filled with a strange, eerie chill.

With trembling hands, she held them up to her face. Her hands were very beautiful, slender and delicate, with tender and translucent nails. Like a dream, Qiao Xiaren got out of bed and picked up the small round mirror on the table.

The girl in the mirror looked only seventeen years old but was already stunningly beautiful. Her face was petite, emanating a sweet scent in the darkness, and her features were exquisite in their refinement. Smooth and delicate skin, fine nose, cherry lips - Her lip color, naturally vibrant akin to the glory of dawn.

Especially those large watery eyes, full of intoxicating ripples and vitality. Such supreme beauty, still a mere young girl at the break of dawn.

Back then, Qiao Xiaren was regarded as the number one beauty in the entertainment industry.

"Haha~"

Qiao Xiaren looked at the girl in the mirror, her grip on the mirror tightening until her knuckles turned pale. She was reborn, back to when she was seventeen.

At seventeen, she was still following her master for training in Shanshui Town.

That face indeed was enticing, no wonder Qiao Anchu had sadistically defaced half her face.

Everything from the past seemed like a nightmare. And now, she had awoken from that nightmare. Only Qiao Xiaren knew the pain and despair that nightmare had contained.

Shanshui Town was a place nestled in the mountains and on the waterside, with simple and honest locals. Early in the morning, people often took to the road to trade goods, so at this time, Qiao Xiaren could still hear the sounds of people walking outside.

At that moment, a knock came from the door.

Having been reborn, Qiao Xiaren clearly knew who was standing outside her door. She set down the mirror and got back into bed.

"Host, host, unidentified object approaching." A sound echoed in her mind, buzzing, as if her brain was about to blow up.

Why would there be...

A voice?