Seeing Xilan again felt completely different.
She stood under a pagoda tree, accompanied only by her handmaiden, Kong Qing.
Song Lianhe walked toward her, her gaze falling on the female protagonist's halo above her head.
At some point, her halo had dimmed until it had nearly vanished. After that, Song Lianhe, in her second time transmigrating into the book, could no longer see it at all.
Now, she could see it again, clear as day. The halo was dazzlingly brilliant—a true female protagonist's halo.
Honestly, Song Lianhe felt a little insecure.
The female lead was the female lead for a reason. No matter how many twists and turns the plot took in the book, she would always be the author's favorite.
Being the favorite wasn't the issue. The problem was that she was bound to marry the male lead.
