The clamor of street vendors rang in her ears like a demonic spell, making Lin Xi’s scalp prickle the instant she opened her eyes.
She sat bolt upright. Everywhere she looked, people in bizarre ancient costumes were coming and going, as if she’d stumbled into a massive cosplay event.
The only problem was that she wasn’t playing dress-up. She was really there, standing all alone in the middle of a bustling ancient marketplace.
“Did I… transmigrate?!” Lin Xi looked around in disbelief, her heart pounding like a drum.
The strange looks everyone was giving her made her feel like some rare animal on display. She’d never felt so isolated and helpless, like someone with social anxiety accidentally walking into a huge team-building event.
All she wanted to do now was shout: Send me back to the modern world!
