Summary
I transmigrated into a tragic novel as the fake heiress. The System ordered me to rewrite the plot and help the original owner of this body resolve her crisis.
The original line went: “You’ve been kidnapped, but you aren’t panicked at all, because the head kidnapper ( ).”
At that moment, the head kidnapper-a six-foot-two man with a killer body-was already closing in.
Flustered, I jammed a single word into the blank: “aged.”
The head kidnapper paused.
The entire world’s mood changed.