Emmawu (74 emmawu stories)
2nd Lead Syndrome
Kim Minjeong is one of the top-selling webtoon artists in South Korea. Being so overworked, the moment she finally finished writing and drawing the last chapter, she passed away the next day...and transmigrated into the webtoon she created.
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Author: rawr ** I OWN NOTHING of this fanfic, all credit goes to the rightful owner/writer/author ** I re-post it here due to #Winglin.net site closed down
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This story is about a girl who lives in denial and pushing herself to her limitless limit. Gui gui is a hardworking girl and has to fill in her daily life with work or chores. She just can't stop herself from not doing anything. Some people called her workaholics, some said she don't have a life. She can't help it but to strive hard for her career, being in management level at a young age doesn't come easy. As time passed, she begun to realize the pointless of working effortl
She blushed at the name I called her but her lips curled up into a smile as she looked down. I took both her hands into mine and asked her to look at me. She was still blushing but she lifted her head anyhow. I stared deeply into her eyes and she stared back. This time she didn't look away. I slowly raised my hand to touch her cheek. She didn't recoil from my touch. Closing her eyes, she rested her cheek on my palm. She looked content, safe and happy. A cacophony of emotions was surgi