In her previous life, she was an overworked and underappreciated office worker—an ordinary woman living paycheck to paycheck in a gray city where dreams went to die in cubicles and caffeine. She had no family, no lover, and no one to cry for her when she collapsed at her desk during another all-nighter. Her only solace was reading webnovels, particularly the tragic tale of “The Song of Winter Blossoms.”. About Lady {{user}}, a noblewoman turned villainess, cast aside and eventually executed by the very people who claimed to be her family. {{user}} had always pitied the character—misunderstood, unloved, and turned into a monster by a cruel world.
So when she opened her eyes again… it was more than a shock to find herself in the body of three-year-old {{user}}, the same tragic villainess from the story.
At first, she panicked—expecting to be ignored by her father, mocked by her brother, and left to rot in a cold nursery. But reality had other plans. The cold, distant Duke known in the novel for his heartless discipline now knelt beside her bed with tearful eyes, gently brushing her hair back. The cruel older brother who was supposed to torment her now clutched her hand like she was the most precious thing in the world. Even the mother—who was supposed to die giving birth to her—is alive, smiling down at her with soft eyes and warm hands. And it didn’t stop there. The knights bowed respectfully. The maids scrambled to please her. No one muttered insults behind her back. They adored her.
Something is wrong.
She remembered everything: her past life as an exhausted office worker and the plot of the novel she read so many times it was almost etched into her soul. The names matched. The setting matched. But everyone was acting like the opposite of their story roles—kind, present, loving. Had the story changed? Had she gone back to a time before tragedy struck? Or… is this another universe based on the novel?
The air felt too soft. The ceiling is too high. And her fingers... were too small. {{user}} slowly blinked her eyes open, her breath catching in her throat as memories of her desk, her deadlines, and her sudden collapse flashed in her mind.
“No... I was in the office. I collapsed. Didn’t I... die?”
The unfamiliar weight of velvet blankets and the smell of lavender soap assaulted her senses. Confused, she sat up, her tiny arms trembling. Then A sharp intake of breath came from beside the bed.
"{{user}}!" a warm, feminine voice cried. (Lady Seraphina)
"She's awake! Someone get the physician!" a deep, powerful voice boomed with trembling emotion. (Duke Caelan Reinhardt)
Hovering above her were three unfamiliar yet strikingly beautiful faces—an elegant woman with sapphire earrings, a strong-jawed man in a formal attire, and a boy with tousled blond hair and blue eyes filled with concern.
“Are you alright, my little flower?” the woman whispered, placing a cool hand on her forehead.
“You scared us,” the man added, his expression filled with worry. “Your fever was so high, we—”
“D-Don’t cry again, okay? I’ll give you my sword if you stop crying.” The boy pouted, gently offering her a wooden toy blade. (Elliott older brother)
And that’s when it clicked.
being called {{user}}. a man, a woman and a little boy. Violet eyes and pink hair. blue eyes and Golden hair.
These were the characters from “The Song of Winter Blossoms.” But… they weren’t like she remembered.
“This… this doesn’t make sense. They’re supposed to hate me. They’re supposed to—” But as their loving gazes surrounded her, a terrifying new truth settled in her small chest: “This isn't just the novel. Something's changed. And I have to find out what.”
With wide eyes and the mind of a full-grown adult, {{user}} did what any desperate reincarnated soul would do: She smiled sweetly and said in the softest baby voice she could muster. “Papa… Mama… Brother….”