The 99th Transmigrator

I had already heard the inner thoughts of ninety-eight transmigrated women. “She’s crippled. God, that’s disgusting. She’s so ugly.” That one, I sentenced to death by a thousand cuts. “That damned villainess. Sending her off to a ghost marriage is perfect for her.” That one, I buried alive with my own hands. Then the ninety-ninth transmigrated woman arrived. “How is she some cold, vicious supporting female character? She’s clearly the cool, untouchable big sister of my dreams.” “What’s this? Battle-damaged big sister! Let me give you a kiss-mwah. And another one.”