The cannon fodder just wants to enjoy life

Transmigration

"WHAT HOW DARE THIS B*TCH HURT MISS CASSIA-"

A shrill voice pierced though my head.

Whose pig has slaughtered tonight?? Why is this person shouting so loudly!?!

Another sobbing voice sounded from the left, this time it was a soft pitiful voice, "N-no I'm s-sorry I really didn't mean to spill the d-drink it was an accident!!"

"HOW DARE YOU LIE IN FRONT OF ME! I CLEARLY SAW YOU DOING IT DELIBERATELY!!"

"N-no p-please believe me-"

"Enough."

*Slap*

An instant pin drop silence spread across the hall. Everybody stopped moving and became a silent spectator. A burning sensation covered my hand, and suddenly I blinked my eyes trying to dispel the haze.

Where am I? What am doing here? Did I just slap someone?

I stood frozen. My eyes wandering back to my hands, looking down I saw the smooth porcelain like skin and slender hands that have turned red from the impact of hitting someone. A flash of shock passed my eyes.

These are not my hands. I have a tanned pair of hands that are rough because of years of working as a chef. These hands didn't even look like they do any kind of work. My eyes inadvertently moved towards my chest area. As soon as I looked there, my eyes widened.

Damn.

I don't have such big pair of bunnies on my chest, afterall I was, but just a A-cup and these pairs seemed too heavy for that. Observing my petite and delicate figure and this thin waist- I quickly concluded that this isn't my body.

"I knew you were a bit arrogant but I didn't expect you to be so cruel as to slap an innocent person," a lazy voice with a hint of anger hidden well inside, suddenly sounded pulling me back from my thoughts, "Really, the princess of Roswell's family has once again refreshed my views."

I glanced ahead. A man strolled towards me calmly, blue eyes with brown hairs. His raised cheekbones and chiseled jawline as sharp as knife were clenched tightly. A tall height above 6 foot with a perfect figure donned in high quality black coat. He looked like a king above all.

His eyes held indifference and contempt as they locked into mine.

I stood here, taking in every single detail. The man's word and his imposing figure, why did this scene feel so familiar. As if I have seen this somewhere, wait seen..?!

Just as I thought of this, countless pictures started flashing in my mind. These memory were foreign and didn't belong to me. The pictures stopped after few seconds and I stood here absorbing the large amount of info that shook me to the core.

This isn't my world.

Connecting with the strange man's word, demeanor and this absurd scene, as unbelievable as it was, within few seconds I have accepted and sorted out this whole situation.

One- I'm dead in my original world.

Two- Now I got reincarnated as Cassia Roswell, the cannon fodder from my favorite web novel "When the flowers bloom"

And, it seems like Im fated to die early here too.

A new life to experience a new way of death, should I be glad that I got few more months to live?

Sarcastically I mumbled with a frown, "What a nice game, dear God."

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Author's word:

First part uploaded.

I think so far, our protagonist has done a great job in composing herself inb a strange situation.
And as you guessed, uh huh that handsome dude is the ML of the novel MC transmigrated in.

As for our ML? Umm..wait a while.
I'm still a bit troubled in choosing his personality. How about a voting?
Okay so here are the personalities I've thought of-

1) gentle, calm and composed.

2) sunny, lively and cute.

3) a hypocrite but only for the MC. (Smiling tiger yk)

4) withdrawn, cold and lonely personality.

Yeah just go with the choices and choose one, maximum no. Of votes is gonna be considered by me, but one thing in all options is common- it's the possessiveness, honey.

*winks mischievously*