The intense soul tearing feeling pulled Su Wanxing out of the endless chaos.
She opened her eyes suddenly, and what she saw was not the familiar star dome at the top of the tower, but a pale and cold ceiling, and a pungent smell of "disinfectant water" that she had never smelled lingered on the tip of her nose.
Where is this?
Su Wanxing instinctively mobilized his mental power to try to stabilize the turbulent consciousness, but was shocked to find that this strange body was as weak as a leaf in the wind, and the magic circuit was so thin that it was almost non-existent.
To make matters worse, a memory fragment that did not belong to her flashed back crazily in her mind - the dim stairwell, vicious curses, a violent push, and the short and desperate scream of the girl when she fell.
That was the imprint of the original owner of this body at the last moment of his life.
She raised her hand with difficulty, and what came into view was an extremely slender wrist covered with pink lace nightgown cuffs.
She understood that in the high-level teleportation magic accident that went out of control yesterday, she did not die, but her soul traveled to another world and resided in the body of a girl who had just died.
