The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith - Chapter 37 - : 037 Compassion

Among the demons, the supreme ones are called “Great Saints.”

Qin Xiaoyao transmigrated one day, becoming the recently married wife of the Song Family, whom everyone in the village scorned for being poor and desperate.

Her mother-in-law was sick, while her uncle and aunt were very young.

Her husband was gorgeous but was bed-ridden with illness.

They all lived in a small straw hut and would survive daily on what rice and soup they could scrape together.

However, she was the very cause of their desperation.

As the youngest daughter of a butcher, her father forced this marriage on her because of her husband’s good looks and scholarly title.

She married Song Que precisely like she wished but could not bear the life of poverty and had very much dug herself a hole.

Glancing at her own round figure, she sighed.

It turns out that she was the one who was tricked instead! Female lead: A woman from the future.

Strong physically but also possess superpowers.

A sucker for good-looking men. Smart.Male lead: Reincarnated. An evil-looking man who was ruthless.

A comedy with strong lead characters.

Welcome to your new pit, dearies.

“The three elements of the easy mode of life: extraordinarily handsome appearance, exceptionally intelligent mind, and a healthy and strong body, and I have them all.”Reborn in a parallel world, the disciplined and outstanding high school student Yan Huan is preparing to welcome his glorious days.However... a decade later, he is spotted by five girls with strangely unique abilities.“...We all need to be full of positive energy.”Faced with the eager and aggressive girls, Yan Huan, who only reads the classics, says so.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…