Chapter 1: Cliche

In the heart of an ancient forest, where the canopy above was so dense that only fragmented beams of sunlight managed to pierce through, a boy lay on the forest floor. His clothes were tattered and torn, mere remnants of what they once were, stained with mud and marked by countless days of wandering through the wilderness. His face was a blank canvas, eyes devoid of emotion, staring up at the patches of sky visible through the interwoven leaves.

The forest around him teemed with life. Birds called out to each other from the treetops, their melodies intertwining in a natural symphony. Leaves rustled gently in the breeze, whispering secrets of the woods to those who would listen. Nearby, the faint gurgle of a stream added to the soothing soundscape. Despite the vibrant life surrounding him, the boy lay motionless, his mind seemingly distant from his immediate surroundings. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths, but his eyes held no light, reflecting an inner emptiness that was starkly at odds with the lively forest.

Above him, the clouds drifted lazily across a cerulean sky, indifferent to the solitary figure below. The scent of rich earth and pine filled the air, mingling with the delicate aroma of wildflowers that dotted the forest floor. The beauty and tranquility of the scene were palpable, yet they offered no solace to the boy's desolation.

A single leaf, detached from a branch high above, fluttered down like a whisper from the heavens. It twisted and turned in the air before finally coming to rest beside the boy's outstretched hand. He blinked, a slow, deliberate movement, his first in what felt like hours. Gradually, he turned his head to the side, his gaze shifting from the sky to the forest around him.

The forest was ancient, its trees towering and wise, their bark etched with the passage of time. Moss-covered roots crisscrossed the ground, creating a natural tapestry of green and brown. Insects buzzed nearby, and small creatures scurried through the underbrush, going about their daily lives. The boy's eyes slowly took in the scene, as if seeing it for the first time.

As he lay there, his mind began to wander through memories, fragments of a past life. Faces, places, and moments flickered through his thoughts like old photographs, some clear and vivid, others hazy and indistinct. He remembered laughter, warmth, and the sense of belonging, but these memories seemed distant, almost as if they belonged to someone else.

His name is Li Xiao, He was born in One of the wealthy family in the capital.

He was only son of the distinguished Li Family in the capital.

His life was full happy and warm memories, He had loving parents, Doting Grandfather that fulfilled all his wishes.

He also had Big Sister Or a fiance from Qin Family, Qin Yaorao.

Li and Qin family both are top families in the capital and have good relationship, So after seeing that their son and daughter have good relationship they quickly decided to engage them.

Despite being Qin Yaorao 5 year older then their son Li Xiao didn't mind it and make them engaged quickly feeling that they will miss such a good daughter in law.

After engagement the relationship between Li Xiao between Qin Yaorao didn't change a bit like most of the famous Novels.

Instead they got more closer like a real couple.

On the day of Li Xiao 16th year old birthday party he enjoyed his day with his Family and Qin Yaorao.

After spending all day with them he got tired and get in his room to rest, When he laid on the soft mattress for a while he immediately fall a sleep.

When He woke he found himself in this unfamiliar place.

When Li Xiao was looking at the scenery in front of him, suddenly he felt pain in his head making him groan for a while and memories started to pour in his head like river.

After a while Li Xiao looked at surrounding with excitement and anticipation while only one though cane to his mind.

' I got Transmigrated '

A sudden rustling nearby snapped him out of his reverie. Li Xiao eyes darted toward the sound, alert for the first time. From behind a large oak tree, a small deer emerged, its eyes wide and curious. It stepped cautiously, its ears twitching at every sound. Li Xiao and the deer locked eyes for a moment, a silent connection forming between them. The deer, sensing no threat, resumed grazing on the lush undergrowth, and Li Xiao's gaze softened slightly.

Li Xiao pushed himself up to a sitting position, wincing as his muscles protested the movement. He looked down at his hands, dirtied and calloused, and then around at the forest that had been his home and prision for a while.

Li Xiao wondered how long the owner of the original body had been there, lost and alone, and whether he would ever find his way back to civilization, to people, to a his family.

A breeze picked up, rustling the leaves above and bringing with it the scent of distant rain. Li Xiao tilted his head back, letting the cool air wash over his face. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the moment of calm. For the first time in a long while, he felt a spark of determination ignite within him. He didn't know where he would go or how he would get there, but he knew he couldn't stay here, lying on the forest floor, lost in despair.

Slowly, he got to his feet, unsteady at first but growing stronger with each passing moment. He took one last look at the sky, the patches of blue now tinged with the colors of the setting sun. Then, with a resolve he hadn't felt in ages, he turned and began to walk, leaving behind the spot where he had lain for so long.

While thinking in his mind how he will reach the city where original owner of the body live who's name is also Li Xiao.