Dazed and confused, Qi Ran knew it was over as she fell head-over-heels off the runway. At that height, survival was out of the question.

Simultaneously, in a far-off kingdom, a man who was supposed to be dead snapped his eyes open.

The empty room was shrouded in heavy curtains, no light was able to penetrate in from the outside, filling the room with an odd smell due to its confinement.

Curled up in bed, the man's eyes widened, clutching his splitting head. It was not until about ten minutes later that he finally regained his strength.

"So... reincarnation is real in this world."

Qi Ran's face was filled with incredulity. She was meant to be dead, having fallen off the runway, but now she has survived in the body of an insignificant actor ensnared by scandal and overwhelmed by a love-driven suicide, with all her memories intact.

"This development is rather interesting."

The modeling world has always been fiercely competitive, but Qi Ran never expected someone to want her life. Thankfully, she's alive again.

"Now that I'm in your body, rest assured. I will make those who have insulted you pay. Your dream - I will fulfill it on your behalf." Qi Ran's eyes were ablaze, refusing to be discouraged by her current plight.

Drained, she dragged herself into the bathroom. Gazing at the pale and extremely weak beauty mirrored back at her, she smiled faintly. Her smile was fearless, her dark eyes sparkling like stars.

"I will be back..."

After a brief cleanse, Qi Ran flung herself back onto the bed, slowly digesting the added memory within her brain.

Lowering her gaze, she casually put her notebook on her slender and delicate legs. The reflection of the screen shone in her dark pupils.

Opened browsers with bolded headlines that shocked the world were visible:

"International supermodel Qi Ran falls off runway and dies!"

"International Top Supermodel Plummets to Death on Runway: Murder or Accident?!"

Qi Ran raised her eyebrows, she hadn't expected her death news to be broadcasted so soon, and like a virus, it had swept across all corners of the world in a blink of an eye. Yet, the news about the suicide of a minor character, who shared the same name and surname as hers, was nowhere to be found.

Could it be because this body’s original owner shares the same name as her, that the news has been dealt with?

It seemed good this way. After all, that scandal-ridden information was merely false accusations deliberately created by that scum of a person to force her to quit the entertainment circle. If it's gone, it's gone.

A weary Qi Ran closed her laptop, completely uninterested in looking at her death news that filled the internet. After all, who would want to be constantly reminded by the world that they are dead, that their glorious life has ended?

She stretched lazily on her bed, reaching out to grab her phone that was resting by her side. Already, she had a clear plan in mind.

Just as she was about to dial a number, an unacquainted rippled of numbers rang on her phone.

If it was before, upon seeing an unfamiliar number Qi Ran would have just rejected the call, but now that she's assumed a new identity, she answered the call after some thought.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"Hello, may I speak with Miss Qi Ran?"

"This is she."

"Well, it's like this, I'm not sure if your parents ever told you, but twenty years ago, your parents and my boss's parents had arranged a marriage pact for us. Now that we're both of age, perhaps it’s time to meet with my boss?"

Where did this engagement come from? Why doesn't she remember anything about it?!