"Abducted by human traffickers as a child and sold to a remote mountain village, only recently rescued..." Chu Ge stared speechlessly at Qiu Wuji's file. "With her delicate skin and ethereal air, who would believe that background?"
Zhong Yi stood with his hands tucked into his sleeves. "What if they took you for the trafficker? Doesn't it suddenly seem a little more plausible?"
Chu Ge: "?"
Qiu Wuji said, "It does seem very plausible."
Chu Ge: "..."
Zhong Yi studied Qiu Wuji for a moment, then sighed. "You really ought to wear a mask. You look a hundred times better than your ID photo. If you went to the Black Room, those people would probably lose their souls. And your ID even says Qiu Wuji..."
Qiu Wuji smiled faintly without answering.
Complimenting other people's looks seemed commonplace in this world, but she still wasn't quite used to it. People in her world were much more reserved. In fact, in either world, she disliked people focusing on her appearance... But for now, the other things she took pride in were precisely what she needed to hide. Never mind.
Hmph, once I write my way to godhood, they'll have something else to praise!
Qiu Wuji, who hadn't even settled on her protagonist's name, brimmed with confidence.
Zhong Yi said, "This is just for the records. Things like the trafficking won't be made public, so who needs to believe it? Your publicly registered identity is his distant cousin, listed in his household register... Right, just how distant is this relative?"
Chu Ge answered with the utmost solemnity, "Beyond the five degrees of mourning!"
Qiu Wuji didn't object.
*He created me, so does that make us relatives? But we aren't related by blood. So we ought to count as relatives beyond the five degrees