The Beloved Serenade of the Poor Dragon Girl

I transmigrated.

And I became a small, adorable, and pitiful white-haired dragon girl.

People in this country seem to especially admire magic dolls—and conveniently, I happen to be one too.

The type with a heartbeat and a soul.

The highest-grade kind.

But why do I start off drowning in debt to a bunch of noble young ladies? What do you mean “the original owner was arrogant, domineering, and looked down on everyone”?

Because I can’t pay the money back, I’m now being targeted by the beautiful yet wicked Fourth—