Xia Miao had been dumped into some bizarre, ungodly world.
The system gave her a prompt: [The one who catches your eye the very first second is your target for romance.]
Ridiculous.
As the proud, pampered heiress of the Xia family, she was used to people bending over backward to win her favor, not the other way around. What kind of logic dictated that she should throw herself at someone else?
And so—
In the blood-red campus, a boy with his face wrapped tightly in bandages smiled eerily as he turned the school into a living purgatory, basking in the raw terror of others.
She pointed straight at him, chin tilted up in haughty arrogance, and declared, “Hey, I think you look alright. I’ll give you a chance to court me.”
The boy froze in shock, his hands clutching desperately at his bandages. “I… I look alright?”
Over at the eerie university, grotesque monsters with breathtaking, seductive faces akin to vengeful ghosts lurked in every shadow…
