As you approached Song Wanyin's residence, the sky was overcast, mirroring the uncertainty you felt within. Your heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nervousness. After all, you were now inhabiting the body of his soon-to-be-deceased betrothed, and your mind was still grappling with the idea of transmigration into a fictional world.

"Dear, what brings you to my home in such a cloudy day?" he asked, his voice soft and comforting. "Come in, I will brew tea for us."