Shouldn’t all transmigration come with perfect memory skills?

"Call me," Natha leaned down to kiss me, hands around my waist, already neatly dressed in his formal wear.

Oh—this felt like a drama scene or something. I whispered an okay, and then he dispersed into black feathers after kissing my forehead once again. I stayed on the balcony for a while, savoring his leftover temperature and picking a black plume off the floor.

How should I say this—I had the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl after seeing their crush. I felt silly and giddy, and wanted to bask in this kind of sensation for the whole day.

But I had homework to do.

Remembering the author girl and relighting my hatred toward the kingdom made me think about the novel once again. I had been ignoring it because it didn't feel relevant anymore once I receive the Amrita and found my home in Natha's Lair.