I was seven months pregnant, but my husband was always working late. I stood on the balcony as he rejected my call for the seventh time.
My traditional mother-in-law kept pressuring me to have the baby, his secretary kept tightening the screws, and our marriage was on the brink of collapse. After one night of arguing, we swapped bodies.
In his identity, I faced a crisis at a bidding meeting. In my body, he endured the pain of late pregnancy.
With fetal kicks, meetings, a rainstorm, and a conspiracy hitting us one after another, we finally began to understand each other's world.
No golden finger, just genuine emotional clashes. This time, let me be the one to understand you.
The personal narrative point of view is so weird, sometimes she, sometimes he, I can't figure out whether it refers to the male protagonist in the soul, or the female protagonist who changed her body into the male protagonist's body. I tried hard to read 5 chapters, but it was really uncomfortable [staring]. I hope to change it and change him/her directly to the name of the male and female protagonist.
Sometimes hers, sometimes mine, the description is not clear at all, and I can't understand what is going on.