The Only Gifts I Accept are Drawings

There is no such thing as a perfect person.

Jia Jingfei felt this very deeply. Almost as deep as the knife in her heart.

Her fiancee, well, she supposes ex-fiance now ah, was pale and shaking. You wouldn't think he was the one lodging a sharp weapon inside her body if you saw his horrified expression alone. The cheating bitch also looked equally traumatised.

Heh. Fucking good.

Her only regret is that she couldn't draw their stupid faces and plaster it on a wall.

Though she would settle for, you know, not dying as well.

…

It turns out that maybe settling is not that bad because Jia Jingfei did not die.

Well. She did die. Physically. But spiritually, she was okay. As okay as one can be when your fiancee stabs you in the heart because of some fake white lotus little three.

Honestly, first, her favourite cousin was stabbed to death on the streets a few months ago and now it seems it was her turn to meet the pointy end of a kitchen knife. The Jia family was really not having a good year ah.

Waking up in cold sweat, Jia Jingfei immediately touched her chest, unnerved and relieved at the lack of pain and blood. But despite the lack of wounds, she knew that she had definitely died back then.

Dreams could not bring such a vividly sharp and piercing pain after all.

Rubbing her red eyes, she swallows heavily, forcibly pushing down her stress and anxiety. It wasn't the time to think about what happened, right now she had to focus on the matter at hand.

Looking around the room, it was greatly unfamiliar to her.

She could probably cross out having experienced a rebirth then. Tsk.

Jia Jingfei had come from a common middle-class background and had always had simple tastes when it came to her bedroom. At most, she'll hang up comic and manga artworks, or had a few plushies on the bed, but ultimately other than her desk which was usually filled with all sorts of mess, her childhood room was generally quite boring. White walls, cool pale colours and such. This style did not change since she grew up.

However, this room was very different. The room was large and filled with all sorts of warm colours, predominantly pink to be honest, and the whole place was just a mess. Clothes were strewn about, plushies were everywhere, books were on the ground and torn…

It looked like a little princess had a big tantrum here ah.

She looked down at her body. Unfortunately, two large round things on her chest were blocking the way. With trembling hands, she reaches up and cups them.

100% natural.

Jia Jingfei: '…'

It turns out it was a big princess who had a big tantrum then.