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At first, all she remembered was a crushing pain. Then, flashing lights. Then, her bones crushing against the cold, hard road. Then… was it the heavy scent of fresh blood?

She was in an unfamiliar room… in a crib? Looking at her hands, she noticed that they were tiny, and rosy. Turning around, looking for a mirror, she stumbled on her own feet. She looked up, and the chandelier above her reflected herself. Shining, enchanting light blonde hair, and amethyst eyes with smooth, peachy skin… She looked about six years old. But why did this look so familiar?

She had transmigrated into her own fantasy romance novel. And she wasn't the only one.