The Foolish Ger's Sweet Farming Life

The sky was dark, dotted with twinkling stars, and the moon bathed the small farming village in a soft glow. The air was filled with the scent of fresh grass and the distant sound of crickets chirping. A joyous occasion was taking place—a wedding.

Tonight, the village’s infamous "lunatic" ger, Su Xiaoyu, was being married off to the cold, silent hunter, Mo Chen.

Inside the small, sturdy clay house, a humble wedding feast sat untouched. Mo Chen, his cold, handsome face unreadable, sat at the table. On the wooden bed lay Su Xiaoyu, giggling foolishly to himself, playing with a strand of hay. His long, silky black hair cascaded over his shoulders, his bright eyes unfocused.

Mo Chen sighed, a heavy sound in the quiet room. This was going to be his life now.

Or so he thought. At that exact moment, a soul from another world crashed into this foolish body.

BANG!

A rush of heat exploded in his head. Memories—no, fragments—flashed before his eyes. A chaotic mess of emotions, laughter, voices… Then silence.

Su Xiaoyu gasped and sat up violently.

"WHAT THE—?!?"

His voice, soft yet panicked, echoed in the quiet night. His heart pounded. He looked down at himself—slender hands, smooth skin, delicate wrists. He wasn't in his usual pajamas; instead, he wore a red ceremonial hanfu. His body wasn’t his. He scrambled off the bed, stumbling on weak legs.

Where was he?! His eyes darted around, taking in the unfamiliar rustic house. A tall, strong man sat at the table, staring at him.

Su Xiaoyu froze, his mind racing. Then, Mo Chen finally spoke, his voice deep and firm.

"…Why are you screaming?"

Su Xiaoyu flinched.

"Wh-Wh—WHO ARE YOU?!"