"I was selfish and naïve but when I realize it, everything has been too late."
"If I have another chance, I'll still be selfish but I won't be naïve anymore."
An introvert girl, Feng Ning, chose to live alone after losing everything. Killed in an accident, she woke up as an infant in the ancient time.
Now a princess, how would she fare in a completely different world?
Note: This is a short story.
(At least, much shorter than my other stories XD)
Story set in fictional world with similar culture to Ancient China.
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If only they knew how loud my thoughts were; how I can barely fall asleep at night because my mind is racing at a mile a minute.
See, that's the thing about not being able to talk and not being able to relieve some of the communicative pressure building inside of your head. It piles up after a while, and all of those unspoken thoughts fester until they explode in a different way.
Headaches render me to my bed all day and my hand cramps from trying to write down what I'm thinking so people don't get bored and leave before I can form a sentence.
But for all of the difficulties, I may face in my silent days, it doesn't affect my story or me.
Caroline Rosewood was happy, healthy, and had a loving mom and dad.That is, until three years ago.Now, her dad is gone, her mother resents her, everyone at school outcasts her, and she's lost all her friends, along with her health.But Caroline doesn't care what her classmates think or gossip about. They don't know her, so they don't have the right nor capability to judge her.No, that's not the problem. The problem is her mother.
As a result of the downhill spiral that was triggered three years ago, Caroline has no one and nothing to turn to except for music.The keys, the notes and the melodies are all that gives her comfort, along with singing... In an empty room, of course.That is, until she finally lets someone in.
My name is Argo Juno and life has been swell for me, i say it and i mean it, i have been given the gift of music, art and dance, but i was never granted the gift of a voice, and so the world just seems a little more dull, growing duller until I've only been able to see black and white, maybe i need this change of pace, to look after someone who needs me, in a quiet house in a quiet town, to care for someone who doesn't see the world at all.