Geumryang blushing so hard at being baby-talked had me all wobbly. They're so adorable. I love this so much.
The story always has me feeling some emotions.
I’m in the office and unable to cry…
But I want it!!!
“Is waiting for me”
GOOOOSH
Right????
I love the art-style. How to say it without sounding weird, but I like that they look Korean. Like, if you told me to imagine them in real life, I could picture a face in an instant.
Even after so many years, Eungi continues to be like something out of a dream. I understand why Jeongwoo had such a time accepting that their relationship was real.
Please dad, come home. I miss you so much.
I need to see these two have a happy ending.
This is a fun read.
But also, this sort of romance would never come to me in real life because I wouldn't even hesitate. Who cares if I wasted two weeks, if someone is stressing me out and being dogged about it, I would quit in an instant. I play games for the challenge and fun. I really don't have the patience for people being people. ╮(￣▽￣)╭
The curse continues. The character design prior to transmigration is once again hotter. Why must the artists hurt me like this
Yeah, I can't read this. MC is brainless, and the plot is brainless. The premise starts off interesting with character possession, but wih the twist that her first attempt fails. After choosing death and cursing the true villainess, she finds herself with the choice to load like in a game. Par for course, she chooses to try again. That's where things begin to quickly fall apart. The first point could be due to translation issues, but she states that the load point must be from when she possessed the character. However, that's quickly disproven as she then follows the contradicting train of thought that she had already broken off from the villainess and chased the OG!FL's route. Ok.
Following that, the second interesting factor: the item shop is opened. However, we the audience are given no preview for it, and therefore, no hype is created for how it could possibly be used to spice up the story. It seems it will be a boring deus ex machina like tool. Likely, wherever a plot armor event happens that can't be explained, the MC will probably just say something like, "Sure am glad I bought this "item" from the store beforehand." Whatever.
In verse, MC glosses over it as well as she is suddenly ushered into her schedule for the day. More factors are revealed such as what the previous error message was intended for: MC inevitablely has holes in her memory. She can't even remember what her body's father's face looked like. Ok. In a later scene, it is proven that she can't even remember the layout of the mansion she lived in. Ok.
Then, what was the point of the regression? Regression is interesting only when a character can use it to change their life for better or for the worst. They don't have to be hyperintelligent, but at the very least, the character has to be able to make changes to the plot so we can enjoy the flap of a butterfly's wings events that follow.
All the MC has done is prove herself stupid and get blackmailed by one of the MLs (someone who can apparently go in and out of a noble woman's home whenever he wants? What are the servants and guards doing? Her father doesn't even question the breach in security. And ML, doesn't he have a job? Dumbass has to much free time apparently that he can just whimsically go in person to harass someone he apparently disdains to the point of death.). She's made no substantial future plans and is just letting herself be dragged around by everyone around her.
Oh, but not to worry. She most certainly did the most important thing a female MC should do! She made herself "prettier." Yay. Good job I guess.
Anyway, I persisted in reading until the scene where she accidentally gives the OG!FL alcohol. At that point, I just stopped. Made me too annoyed. She doesn't have to be smart, but at least give her enough of a brain that she's not that careless.
The story could get better from here, I don't know, but I don't have any plans on reading more.
I love the art.